In dreams you come to me, to talk, to rest.
I listen as my energy flows into your tired bones.
With peace I soothe your wandering spirit,
While your jezebel-yaga spins her web,
Painting me as the devil,
Saying I am the one to dread.

Do you know, you’re draining the peace in me?

And yet in dreams you still come stumbling to my door.
The times I choose to keep my dreams for me,
The seams of my rest rip wide to your voice,
Invading my solitude and silence,
Searching and shouting my name once more.

Do you know, you’re draining the peace in me?

Does she know your soul is with me as she coils around you in the night?
Do you know where you come to as your world loses light?

I let you go free,
No ties to hold you,
And still you circle back to haunt me.

Will this string ever break,
Am I forever your loom to weave your peace from afar?
Your whispers slow my hand on the cords,
Rethreading our scar.

Set yourself free before you drain the last of the peace in me.