Twilight Delusions

I call to you, but you're a figment of imagination,
 a bright and burning star, magnificent piece, a revelation.
 And I would say to you "It's time," but it hasn't begun yet,
ruminations always grow darker with the sunset.
One day, maybe never, maybe next moon,
you'll lie with me, and sing that familiar siren tune.
In time that could not exist,  but I can't help re-visit
those delusional thoughts of you, see you soon.