she is as a sylph
hair cascading in
ripple upon ripple
of moonlit bliss

eyes like perfect jewels
sparkling
perfectly attuned with mine

safety -
my grove a haven for
her and i
we sing
melodies
that only trees can weave

yet
she touches me
i am hers
she is another's

now, in this hour
Valnurana breeds dreams
only
to have Pentharian crush them
when the light comes

and we can only exist
here
under moonlight

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Sarapin, in the year 297 AF.