To be undressed
with words all written
over the velvet shine of our veins
with moss in our hair and flowers between our toes
with crystals growing
out of our nails
reaching into the earth
and covered in melodies
sweetening the air around
and at the dawning of this glorious day
to rise
with a raging fire
calling unto the powers that are held
to heal all that are hurt
and order the gentlest to awaken, rule and share
this world
°Woodlights Woudlicht
