Poem - Ignis Fatuus
dance of the fireflies In the realm between shadows and light, illusions dance, A phantasm, a trick of sight. Whispers draw me closer, clouding my mind, Casting its spell, playing with my psyche. Mysterious, obscure, and deep. Embracing me in its warmth. Isn't love an illusion? As is life. Fleeting, frail, and magical like folklore. I wander through this dreamlike land, Light as a feather, tender as a teardrop. In twilight, when stillness stings, A tapestry of yearning weaves its threads, Each stitch is embellished with pleasures I want to know. Isn't love an illusion? As is life. Caught between time and infinite space. I tread softly on this path, With each step, I find what I’ve lost, Deafening the sighs and echoes. Looking for delicate balance through the dance of contradictions. I am but a drifter in this enigmatic existence, Seeking nothing but ecstasy, Isn't love an illusion? As is life.