A spell

dreams

Why do I fall under its spell

When I only know too well

That words would fail to tell

Whats so heady about a moonlit night

Or why my pulse races at a trick of light

Why does that melody move me to tears

Why is its tug on the heart so fierce

Why does eloquence have its limits

in expressing ideas as yet unfinished

When it is  but a misty wish

Indefinite,  elusive , yet sorely missed

Caught in the allure of an illusion it would seem

I am chasing half formed  glittering dreams

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