Something unreal.

When I hear the woods singing your name, When every inch of my skin craves for your mane, the world has nothing else to offer.

Your eyes are my skies, your kisses are my rain, your path leads me to light; there’s wilderness in your untamed hair.

I breathed you in, filled my lungs with your fragrance; I touched your skin, lo! My world has lost its balance.

You walked to me covered in wisps, in the mountains like the mists; I hear echoes of words unsaid, whispered by my moistened lips.

The world had turned cold, shone in white and gold; desires washed to the shore and morals feel like a chore.

Look at the sky.

I let you go, you let it snow.