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.
Fighting For A Chance To Dream 