Remember it is dawn before you know it
Wizard
The one born into new flesh new set of eyes senses coalescing fiction beauty in the shimmer of the lake glint in the ripples girl, has passed on by each folding cotton piece sticky wax on the finger tips he has gone to the skies he returned to look in her eyes not the same sensation mere temptation
Jewel in my old hands a glued wheel in the bands of forthcoming oversight the racers delightful... dream a glean on the way to the moon how much room did one need to manoeuver his vessel her wet trestle dangling fantasist risen in the misty, night
Yet new born mourning for the old being sunken and rotten has been forgotten by his girl and his staff he had the most delightful riff raff into the afterlife but that was before the echoes had shown him the door into the light to make it right to rejoin Her, tonight.