Foggy mountains.
   rivers rush in the silvery night.
Eyes close then open.
   i feel
   soil beneath my feet.
Marveling at the stars,
   there’s a shiver in my spine
It whispers “you’re alive”.
Never mind that i slept
   for several years.
   now,
I’m awake.
Nymphs lead me
   deeper into the forest,
In pursuit of moonlight:
The food which feeds
   my soul,
Yet never poisons
   my heart.