Seeking eyes and whirling thoughts piece together who I am.
Despite my many faces, my eyes have never changed.
A brief once over tells me if you want to open me up or forget we passed within a breath.
Your suns shine cold on my skin, as the storm clouds wrap me in warmth.
Hold me steady while I skitter and dart toward the trees.
Flitter like a butterfly as I strip you bare.
Covered with dark, they still tickle my skin crawling with one hundred legs beneath my veil.
Draw your curtains closed, but the remnants of who I am remain.
Spread your wings and glide on currents toward the ground beneath my feet.
Search my mirrors lost in your own design.
Dive into the depths and lose yourself in dreams.
