Spare me but a moment,
No longer,
No less.
Allow me to drift away from this place;
Allow me to close my weary eyes,
And disappear.

In this moment,
I shall be freed from the anachronism
That is within me
And surrounds me.
I shall no longer hear the shriek
Of fleeting automobiles,
Nor the scattered screams and shouts
Of the fools in the city.

It shall all vanish,
Only to be relieved by
Those ancient, mesmerizing melodies
Of both music and laughter.

No longer shall I see the gray tiled floors
Glazed with an insidious toxic polish,
Nor strain my eyes to see beyond
The flashing neons of places I dare not tread.
I shall see only the fond smiles
Of lovers,
As they sway back and forth amidst
The mellifluous music of the gala.

I want nothing more than to sway,
To be held in the arms of a man
Who no longer exists.
Through agonizing ages,
It seems the gentlemen could not endure
All that threatened to erase them from
This world.

The tower grows ever taller wherein
Rapunzel waits;
The taste of the apple that
Poisoned Snow White
Still lingers upon her lips.
Sleeping Beauty ever rests;
No prince shall come
To her aid.

Spare me but a moment,
For if time is truly manmade,
Allow me to drift away
Eternally into the past.