The Wild Girls

Under the moon light we dance, complete We, the chaotic, who seldom sleep, Sauntering strangely the way between, Compelled by only our wildest dreams, The wind is whipping through my hair, Reminding me that I wish you were there, But I keep on dancing with the dream brood, Partaking of the sweetest elaisian food, But, though we are so wild and free, I find myself missing a part of me, You remain home, as I walk this line, And I now return to find you’re still mine.