Forgetting on the where and when,
ready to feel the healing again.
I worship you my lady please, accept this offering upon my knees.
Wind whispers softly, against bladed grass, Caressing, slowly, softly, Toiling across strands of hair, and milk white skin...So long forgotten, so long ago... Idols lost, deep neath Leth's clever embrace, Star shaped eyes, twinkling, painting, something... In the sky...can't quite recall...A thousand voices, screaming, searching, reaching, gropping, drowning, can't make them out at all, But I hear you calling... Dare I to wake?