Plastic Magic

His smooth velvet voice lets in sunlit dreams of insane reason

Each word treasured in the jewel box of time and season

Judge not my plastic moments of magic, my mystic blue sky

So what if they all look different to another eye?

Fingers wrapped around mine for a while, 

is the whole of the blue sky to beguile

I drink from his lips and my heart is full

So what if his heart holds another's pull?

They say in a parallel universe I was his

In another, diamonds are what dust is  

Here in my tiny mind-verse, I write pages

To be read on a sunset beach beyond ages

By someone who recieved a saree studded with stars

Wrapped in my pages of mystical mad memoirs