Internal Rush

Delight sings in her slow dancing verses Responding to internal joy Under its spell of illusion I consider returning reply Duty compels me to reason I shake off her clutching hands Coils shatter loose in confusion Descending to fall at my feet Responding in kind And trying to find Colorful words of endeavor Or stating it simply No hidden evasion I mean no invasion of Self An attempt at reply to an acrostic cry Never tempered my internal elf