Wind Lorelei

When the sun falls
around quarter-light
She detaches herself from shadows of night

Lace on glowing foxfire skin
Hair the color of the wind
She folds herself into the sky
Her form ~ enigma to the untrained eye

Freedom in flight
the Darkness of night

When the moon comes
vague, dancing lights
She moves herself through shadows of night

Lace on glowing foxfire skin
Hair the color of the wind
She folds herself into the sky
Her form ~ enigma to the untrained eye

Freedom from light
the Darkness of night