By Scott Bailey © 2017
Time for illusion
For magic to be cast
For the world to fade
And dreams to ascend

Time for illusion
For magic to be cast
For the world to fade
And dreams to ascend
A
Blank piece of paper
Has
Limitless potential
To become
A plane
A swan
A hat
Or an idle doodle
Or a poem of grief
Or love
Or rage
A protest
A plea
A stiff complaint
A soft seduction
Or
The start
Of a whole new world