Possessed by an illusion
Caused by her own delusion
Like a fluttered moth into the fire, in the pursuit of a passion
She lingered in his mind
His voice echoed in her dance
Like a butterfly’s kiss, to extend it’s beauty beyond death
Trapped in his elusive desires
Her open heart
Acclaimed her nakedness, his enchanted words
She made a wish upon the passing star
This time her wish was for his wish
In approaching dawn
“Wake up” by Kate Bush, she opened her eyes