Shackles of Desires

Why does life try us,
in myriad modes and ways?
Why does it pine,
for one that's astray?

Desires beacons, glitter, glow,
impish twinkles of far off stars.
Softly cuddling, kindling,
pushing sealed doors ajar.

Are they Angels or the rays,
or a mob of puckish elves?
Behold the spell on saner minds,
till they know no sense, no self.

Why is melody voice of one,
yen is what the one desires?
The only vision eyes of one,
 those eyes like purging pyre.

Slumber, an estranged ally,
her destination your proximity.
Hold me close, send her back,
unshackle my sagacity.

Mercy God of all desires,
cease this baneful game.
Isn’t your niche that far off star
isn’t love thy name?