My Will-O-Wisp

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.
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Footnotes
1  Will-O-Wisp: a faerie, like a ball of fire, who endangered people by luring them into the woods at night.
2  Lorelei were singers who enticed sailors to crash on the rocks.