Bewitched Vision

My nights have lately become sultry as suffocating heat chases sleep away, I lay wide awake unloved and sweating beneath the murmurous ceiling fan hoping for some refreshing relief. Each eventide I hear her bittersweet song drifting from the verdant vale like seductive perfume on the breeze. I cannot resist for long. I must visit every night. People say there's magic in her. Rancorous rumors have it that she seduces with a whimsical smile, subdues with an enchanting laugh, soothes with a surrealistic sigh. Maybe they're right. I know they’re right. For I am under her arcane spell. Late at night I leave my rumpled bed and like a somnambulist I tread through mysterious corridors of my house. The dazzling moon shines the pathways that lead down the surreal vale into the sonorous cavern where she concocts her alluring recondite runes. There I hope to get a glimpse of her Embrace her gorgeous beauty for untold time Till inexplicably I find myself alone back on my bed. Can you blame me if I’m under her spell? 8 January 2021