Wish You Were Here

Satiety I was onto a nap;
looking back ardently gave a snap,
reminiscences started to unfold,
those eyes had never been cold.

Mystical presence was just my wish for the day,
psychic Sibyl always gave a lay.
Belief was times were euphoric,
exquisite voice made me hypnotic.

Together now, that fallacy made me lone,
but I stand amidst the desired tone.
That lucid face I sensed in my tear,
how I wish you were here.