Helplessly Charmed

I was once impressionistic…and I guess I still am, even with love. But lessons are learned and lessons come like soft knocks of opportunities. You may not fathom what I ought to say, but here is what I felt one drizzly evening…and my felt tip started to doodle…

O tempt me not to drink from your spring of false immortality;

Enchant me not with your lulling voice

and show yourself not in full splendor,

so I may better

taste,

hear, and

see

Reality beyond the fantasies that blind me.