A Poem, written in the style of Sir Edmund Moulde, his Ambitious Period:
I can Fix things,
And I will start with you.
Your head resting on the desk, dust covering your marble skin,
The air that has not been breathed for years,
A place carved out from time, left to rot in darkness,
So sad, so quiet, sleeping forever.
I will fix you.
I will raise your head to the sky and bring light to your eyes once more.
I will dust off your smooth skin and let your body breathe freely once more.
I will see you smile and laugh and we will spend the hours together,
As soon as I learn how.
Perhaps we can fix each other