Put a face

On the page

Into scenes

Put a time

To a place

With a theme

Give it rhythm

Meet the strict

Rhyming scheme

Get it down

Write it out

Make it seem

Into a room

That feels more

Than a dream

But a place

That we all

Yearn to be

Like a real history

Kings and Queens;

And the dawn

As the birds start to sing

The dust-motes

Lit up by a beam

Of the sun

Through the window

That stream