Fold into the forest
Find me where streams confide
A flooded grove, so quiet
Leaves tumble in the dark
As the night glows louder
See me dance upon the water
I could hold you up here
Your skin under my hands
Our spines awake like fire
We flicker luminescent
Risk all your yester-efforts
Let your shadows fall
🎨/📷 by Gustav Klimt, Beech Forest I, 1903