Lily Moon I see your face I sit inside without a trace, trail behind and ride your wake, and lily white yet blushing crimson in the night, will you be leaving with the light? And creeping over with the shadows at my side, the moonlight yields the sigh – I step and turn while you stick feathers in my back – this flying lesson leaves a track, winding to the hills and lit with shoulders burning fire feather quills, the darkness burns away, the darkness burns away… Lily Moon I see your face inside these eyes my own will trace, yet suddenly erased, such lily white did spread it's arms out to the night, these arms did clasp and sigh, for just as in a dream, awoken inside to streets before unseen, "I thank you for these eyes," then faded from my sight… (then you faded from my sight, darkness burns into my eyes)… and half asleep I did try, try to hold piercing grass, but it was grey, it was grey, oh – log perched on high and knotted into sight, but it was grey, it was grey, oh, it was grey – but memory, save my sight! memory, came back to me, and I saw: twisted trunk, scattered mold, black and speckled spotted stone, hailing in with the cold wind whistle past and oh! dancing green pieced between wall of streets of ancient oak, made of water quilt below, grown of lightning , breath, and bone… Lily Moon I see you face I sit inside without a trace, trail behind and ride your wake, and lily white yet blushing crimson in the light, will I be leaving at your side?