It is in the night's honeyed lull, that I walk in trance, of his wizardly spell, From the distance of a thousand miles, he chants an alluring hymn, To every crest of which, I pause awhile, Each preceding step, spies the next, and my soul gets tangled, 'tween the heart's desire and the mind's behest, To love was never so meddling, It was meant to be, an eternal calling, Lest the world crumbles and falls, I must take another leap, towards his mystical call....... S.S