The meter on my imagination is ticking away
a second here
a minute there
a moment together we will share
and my imaginings take to the air
with wings as loud as if tied to a heartbeat
and we shall meet
to devour the meter
the sweeter thoughts that enter in
and grin at me
almost but not quite another fantasy.

And when
I ask, for I am like all other men
well
perhaps I'm not for my imagination has got a million ways to plan together days that we will spend
in sending bluebirds
songs of true words.

The meter ticks but I will wait
it's never to late
to state a case or kiss a face or lips that taste of honeydew.
I wait for you
and you alone
to take you home and make you mine
and in the tied beat of a heartbeats time
the meter ticks away.