Binoculars.

You lift my heart-boat from the depths of the sea's darkest abyss. And I wonderif it's visible- the blushthrough each heart-beatstopped, each breath held. Every Cinderella hour arrivesand we part once more. My imaginery friend whom I cherish dearly as I look backwards through magic binoculars at a time decades ago and dream how things could have been had I not tasted apfelsaft.