I am, your lily in the valley.
You are, thy unrequited love.
Cutting away like paper dolls.
Lighting matches with a flick of my tongue.
Can't bring it back,
they say 'what's done is done'.

Oh beloved, do you remember me in the silhouetted sun lit rooms?
Soaring through our shape shifting fields.
Meet me under the trees we named.
I've sutured our bridges back together with woven ferns.
The boat still secured in the bay.
Singing our chorus as I skim across the sea.
Oh love, oh love,
Just the setting sun,
You and me.
Saree Nyxi