Of Words and Verse

With reason, not rhyme, I do commit no crime. Time flows, tides follow, I rest in a cabined hollow. Gravity binds me to earth, only humor offers me mirth. When I speak, you hear, to words we all hold dear. The horizon seeks a setting sun, when all day's deeds are done. The horizon vanishes in the dark, We find our bodies a spot to park. When I dream, I perceive, When you peek, you receive. There is no gravity, no room for brevity. Tides wish, time watches, Doors no longer have latches. With rhyme, not reason, I commit poetic treason.