Collection: Neofolk Romantique Collection

We are the enchanted ones, running wild with the wind whipping our hair.
We sing to the sea and the sand and the stones
And revel in the fierceness of storms.
We beat the earth with our big, big sticks 
To wake the giant that sleeps within our secret yearnings.
We glow with an inner light, 
Lit from fireflies and secrets and whiskey-warmed belly laughs.
Our beauty is careless, yet enduring.
We seduce life with our lust, kissing it deeply with amaretto on our lips
Then we all take hands and storm the sand castles!
We are well behaved but we will brandish swords 
If pirates interrupt us during tea time.
We may be found in a white lace dress, but not without grass stains on our knees
Our boots are stompy, our tresses snarled, and our hearts are open as the sky.