The Siren

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


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