Happy Birthday 2026, Enchantress

Happy Birthday 2026, Enchantress

I became so mesmerized within a moment's nonce

I call it fate, you call me fool, I accept it with jouissance

For all of that I call it celebration

I revel in these forms of revelation

A soul as poignant as the scars

Out of reach like flaming stars

I ache to know you better than the dark

In ways that are both swimmingly and stark

The scars I carry match in mirrored way

The difference is the way that we inveigh

Serenity and anxiousness we share

The full-court press that I protest, you dare

The weariness I feel, I think you know

I' spoke of once before that heart will glow

Unspoken, all we are will go to flame

Residence in loss, not why we came

Maybe I'm trying too hard.  Maybe I'm out of practice.  Maybe I'm winding down.  Maybe I just let the words roll without enough thought.  Who knows?  Somehow, I seem to have veered from the theme - from the second line on.  The words just took hold of me.  Another rhoem making me uncomfortable.  Either because it's just bad or ...

I am just about bursting to write a missive but that is no longer possible in the blind.  Can't do it.  So, what comes next?

        Hmmm, maybe I'll do another with this address.