Envoûtant

Life is beautiful

We can all agree

Yet dreams are wonderful

Let us yearn.

That magic

Keeps us alive.

There is melancholy

In the image of the hand

That never reaches

Despair in the tremble of its fingertips

Strain and fear for Tantalus

But think of the beauty of the untouchable

Turn around

And see the sparkle, the hope, the glimmer in the eyes

The imagination is a welcome magician

The mind plays tricks

And we fall willingly

Because the human experience is to accept

Mediocrity.

So close your eyes

And walk, traipse or gallivant

Through a world unseen

The perfection of impossibility

And rejoice