That imaginary smile holds sway,
over a hopeful heart hearing music play,
within a wish that fades and shines,
within the recesses of a marveling mind-

And yet, some clarity, like a new November breeze,
cools a face flushed with adoration's embers exposed,
while the night's black inked fingers grip, and seize,
the salubrious stars that sing such bright songs composed-

And I, follow thee.
Obsequiously.