vibrancy becomes you, when speaking true.
and eyes like marshes cause ceaseless quivers, quaking, ever shaking through
hoping as the brighter morrow, calls to souls with naught but dread,
and darkness takes thee under wings when effort and strain has always by hand, you led
there is hope in fire, and other hope to be, there is rope of light for you to use to gladly be
in that maze of wrapping darkness, there are those who call throughout, but careful be you in that solidarity, or you may become turned about

hues of Gold light, it seems,
Falls from inside your eyes,
Onto grass on the meadow floor,
And within those daisies I fly.

Shadows wrap the moonbeams,
Which onto orchids climb,
To depths untold forevermore,
Bringing rapture to this still night.

Some dance from necessity.