To Be of Not To Be...Twisted - Twisted Love Collab

Twisted... twisted, I am - Part I


Twisted... twisted...
the wind sings between my branches

Twisted... twisted...
the rain says against my skin

Twisted... twisted...
the sun paints my leaves with colours

So simple is my nature
as the wind passes and harps through my branches

Crystalline and bright... I am
as the rain rides and gives me the stars to wear

Even when twilight starts to fall, I feel their call
as the sun lasts on my dress of leaves and casts rainbows into the forest

Twisted... twisted...
I am

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Holding - Part II


the shape-shifter comes with his tiny feet filled with drops of rain
its deer mask shakes again,

calling the wild like a timeless fae child
every time he makes a sound, claiming loud

honey-birds fly swirling in flocks due south
leaving his mouth

my branches with nests and joy they caress
giving me their amber sweetness

chiseling my wooden leaves onto winged hands
for what, no one understands

the one I love is not a Dryad or a tree
he is the son of the Harvest Full Moon that shines just for me

despite my roots and branches, he also changes
the craters of the Moon and soon

he will rearrange the star constellations
into demi-light pavilions

almost holding... almost touching
- he is no good for you - though some may say

almost touching... almost holding
all I care is this night is bright as day

and some kind of precious treasures
I will be... almost reaching

Twisted… twisted...
is who I am!!


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