In alta lume.

[DeDal N.]

Selene

Sensation crawling up under my skin,
My Goddess, hide your divine taste,
But turn it into what you would call sin
And let my senses remain chaste.

I'll catch your sound and hide it in between
Keeping a promise that I made back then,
So you can see me as someone who's mean
And I will never let it free again.

I'll draw your colours out and paint them still
Turn them to flowers, leaves that I cannot,
I will ignore the words I made you feel
But close to soon, I'll show you one last spot.

Your letters are what I see when I sleep,
A ray of white and silver of The Moon.
Just whispering, a voice can reach too deep,
It can tear the sky apart too soon.

Insatiable can be my voice and touch
Demanding wishes to be found or seen,
So I could use your promise, not too much
That we will go back to what we've been.