Are you ready to tell me stories yet?
My color changing eyes fixated on your smile as you laugh.
Moving in these waves of people missing summer nights.

I'm dancing alone, spinning from branches, encased.
Will you catch me if I'm quite not ready?
My sisters collect a nest to lay me down.
Glittering, soft, and curious.

Tethering from the realms of in between.
Wrap ourselves in scattered petals and these lilac scented sheets.
Whispering, whispering, life back into me.
Saree Nyxi

May 3rd 2017