Towering Trees

Trembling cold lips
My reflection’s in the sea
It’s getting tucked in
Shimmering stars and morning dew
A faint wind cold ahead
A sweet gleam against the (char?/child?/charm?)
A (?) feeling appeared
(Let it go)
Fooling around under
A blanket of wool soft as her skin
Shivering hands and above
Follows (?)
A faint wind cold ahead
A swing leaned against a (char?/child?/charm?)
A (?) feeling appeared
(Let it go)