Perchance to Dream

I'm listening to my muse sighing lies

A voice so sweet could never tell the truth

So if my typing takes you by surprise

Or illuminates the notions of  youth

Be patient with the liberty I take

Interpreting these shortwaves to my heart.

Her song momentarily stops the ache

Thrusts it headfirst into obscure art

Not yes or no but ancient and true

Verse ricochets through my solar system

Until it finally gets home to you

Passing off with point guard precision

Through that danger zone of grinning willows 

To the safe harbor, your dreams and pillows.