The magical, invisible thing;
Brings itself like a wave-
Smashing into imaginary shores, waning.
Where doth it come from, sprinting?
Infinite; everlasting and brave,
The magical, invisible thing.
Lover of radio, singing
To the fields; voices of many a slave,
Smashing into imaginary shores, waning.
Of politics and king;
A song is clean like a shave-
The magical, invisible thing.
Strung together; chains to a swing,
“Beauty O’ intricate waves,” says Dave,
“Smashing into imaginary shores, waning.”
Pleasant to the ears; the bling
Of innocence: Quick to crave
The magical, invisible thing-
Smashing into imaginary shores, waning.