The Difference

I am dew, the morning meadow,

meandering moonlit amber flow.

I move to sit, sinck into Yggdrassil’s shadow,

paint leaves, grow brittle before I go.

You are fire, the violent high,

Hysteria’s heaving breath, a newborn cry.

Up your tears have fallen, you freed the night,

with white dreams and slow-drowning purple skies.