Spellbound am I.

Diaphanous diorama, seeing you angelic and unreal, an obsession to haunt me; fills that void internal. The heart empty, my free spirit the setting sun, the like before man has never seen. Yet loveliest are you. Must I write “stardust” then tattoo the name I should. Colors? Many rainbows and cliché, all things poetic, of full moon. A poem, the anthem to beauty, your beauty to anthem, the poem a moon full of poetic things, all cliche and rainbow’s many colors. Should I name the tattoo, then “stardust” write I must. You are loveliest yet seen - never has man before. Like the sun, setting the spirit free, my empty heart the internal void that fills me. Haunt to obsession an unreal and angelic you, seeing diorama diaphanous.

 I am spellbound.