A damaged skin entraps the moon
Milk spins ‘round the black of his eyes
In the glow of the fog, in the daytime
the seconds become paralyzed
The willow of the slender trees
float in the flow of the air
The warmth of his whisper swallows me
and wilts the lilies in my hair
And harnessing the energy
of the twinkling light of June
are the girls who softly sway
to the tune of his hot metal flute
I wonder if there was ever a time
before the one right now
the weight of my body falls to the ground
my spirit can not fathom how
My thoughts are not my own
and the vision before me liquifies
Below me, moss, with its permanent touch
Above me, empty violet skies
And the girls, my sisters, continue to dance
in the forest, to which I came alone
Keep me awake, Keep me awake
The Faun overlooks me from the seat of his throne
beautiful, Kelsey. Thank you