light imaginary

a single moment in a dream
we watch and do not feel the sign
a message coming down the line
we wait to see the early beam

there's nothing to it but the gleam
a terror hidden in the mine
the bill is paid just like the fine
a single moment in a dream

we wonder if the cause is wine
no greater magic could we deem
enclosed in a repeating meme
no answer comes that is divine

the only green is fir and pine
while ore's still found within the seam
you will not pay to get the cream
we watch and do not feel the sign