The elision of logic
The entrance of crepuscular thought
Your ethereally ways- they enchant me
Every of my fibres and filaments;
They have became incandescent
To one visible ray of light

My speech, languid
My being, in lassitude
My mind, incorporeal

You lace your words with mellifluous embellishment
You shroud me with a luminescent mist
You touch me with your lithe fingers; igniting a scintilla of hope

Our compasses have been discarded
Our maps torn
Polaris is kept under the icy glaze of the winter skies
Aren't we lost now?