I awaken softly into the night
Warm embrace Savannah breeze
Caressing, brushing light
to dance across the skin bare
High grass whispers, quiet...hungry "please"

I am falling gently letting go
Cool waters soothing my need
Craddled, dim grotto
Solace in waves the song echos
Self deep within, nurture, growing...BE

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Daedalan, in the year 392 AF.