Ensnared by the hypnotics
Within your gaze and speech
To touch is just a fantasy
Just outside of reach
Drifting along the tightrope
That hangs upon each word
With each bat of an eyelash
My own thoughts become blurred
The faint scent of lilacs
Swirls around as you hover
The sound of distant rain
Envelops me as you glide
From one spot to another
Is this spell a dream
Or a chase that never transcends
I’ll follow until forever
Or at the least
Gravesend
Good2begone 
That yearning for something one can’t have… Stirring emotions, with this poem. Brilliantly written.
Thank you. You are too kind!