Aug 28, 2019
elven princess, your eyes shine brighter than the foggy moon.
the woods make you feral.
I understand.
you feel the beat of your God in your chest and it makes you restless.
in the darkness you take my quivering arm; tell me to silence my heart.
I do.
Promise me, sister,
that your eyes will not always look up.
promise me that sometimes you will let your feet touch the earth.
for the roots do not always wish to strangle you and the smiles aren’t always empty.
sometimes the roots caress, and sometimes the smiles are for you.
come down, sister,
come down
remember to come down
her silver soul