Lily Moon - Wildlight, Ayla Nereo, The Polish Ambassador

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

(then you faded from my sight, darkness burns into my eyes…)

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?