I take placebo pills in the pale night,
Their form— the vision of you by my side,
I'm at ease, I am pleased, I see the light,
My mind— a meadow, I run far and wide.
A treatment so routine, I'd forgotten—
Which sordid symptoms had I sought to cure?
This sugar might turn my insides rotten,
Perhaps you'd prefer if I remained pure.
Still, I swallow— Symphonies so sublime!
In your voice, a lullaby most divine,
Play, I pray, for just this patch of forged time,
So I may rejoice, for now you are mine
in my dreams where we may resume our dance,
Stay, my dear imaginary romance.
-# (edits: separated into stanzas, changed "in my" to "my dear" in the last line)



so many options. gonna keep playing around with it; it'll take a while before this reaches its final form. thank you again for reading & sharing your thoughts, it has been quite helpful