Song of the Ages

Drawn towards a delicate melody

An elegance dancing in the chill breeze

Cautious beauty reaching out for embrace

Enticing pursuit to uncover the source

Desiring an encounter so divine

As song echoes and fills the air

The way becomes difficult to find

This pleasant ambrosia addicting

Unable to satisfy when consumed

Without discovering the origin

Seasons pass by unnoticed

Enveloped in only this aria

Beckoning the chance upon

While remaining ever illusive

Until that final day