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Caught up in your fiery glamour! Will I find my way home- or follow you to ... the end? |
My Will-O-Wisp1 Sparkling beneath the darkening skies, your aura — a Lorelei2 lighthouse— beckons, and my course distorts to whirlwind orbit. * Flying astray as ... dizzy head denies the rules of up and down, ... race in circles (never closing in) and ... rush to capture distant, dancing, elusive eyes. ** ... play the moth (desperately small) and quest to swim ... the phosphorescent pyre of your distant, dancing, electric eyes. *** ... thirst for fire, a golden-flame Nirvana, a perilous, flickering legend, a rumor dimly reflected in your distant, dancing, enigmatic eyes. **** |