Sweet bleak bliss of these pale mists pass... and I watch in trance how this weathers wind howls between the trees... and how these last signs of light smoothly dances within... trying to ease this dark burden... just let me emerge in and touch sylvannight... care fully they caress me and touch gently... though my worlds are not spoken here and never revealed... I do dream this in myself as Im painfully wrapped in leaves... Label Spikefarm Year 2000
sylvannight, spikefarm, smoothly, touch, painfully