Sprite

Dream, you look long in the tooth Faded like an old photograph You're as state-of-the-art as a telephone booth What a laugh Should I dig a hole in the earth of my heart And bury you with ornamental feather and stone Maybe light a candle in your name And leave you all alone As long as I remember you've been around Sticking to me like day to night But you've got no form that can be found You're just a little sprite This dance of intention and what is so Graph it on the corner of x and y But the sand's dippin' on the hour glass hole Saying don't be shy