Dryad

THE MORNING DEW
FLOWING DOWN HER BREAST
AS SHE LIES ON THE POPPY
SHE'S A DRYAD-IT'S HER EXCUSE

INSIDE THE OLD SHACK
OF OAK WOOD
OVERGROWN BY WEED
SHE'S A DRYAD-AS A SHRINE

IN HER EYES FLOWER BLOOMS
SHE SMELLS LIKE A PARFUME
SHE'S A DRYAD-SHE HAS TO SHINE

AFTER THE NIGHTFALL
NIGHT'S SO LONG
SHE'S DANCING ON THE MEADOWS
SHE'S A DRYAD-WILD AS HIND

SHE TAKES A BATH
IN CRYSTAL POOL
AS MOSS SHE IS GREEN
SHE'S A DRYAD-I WANT TO SEE HER

SHE'S JUMPING OVER THE TRUNKS
THROUGH THE MUSK
AND SHADE OF DUSK
SHE'S A DRYAD-SHE HAS TO FLY

I'M YEARNING TO SEE HER
SOMETIMES IT'S SO HARD
SHE AVOIDS GREY DAYLIGHT
SOMETIMES IT'S SO HARD
TO FIND HER

SHE'S A DRYAD-SHE'S NOT MY WOMAN