Now close your eyes
and open your weary heart
let me soothe away the woes

of fiendish world...

As will the sun bathe the land

in its warming light
so shall the moon ascend
to guide the day to wane

in turn the rain to hush
the tumult of this world
and the wind to rise,

sigh a lullaby in trees

"Not in these troubled times

I`m not the one you pined for
no, not into calmer waters
I`m not-the one you long for"


"But a scarecrow, an anathema to the world
looking in from the outside

it`s time to turn my back,
walk off the beaten path
seek heartening in solitude"


The arc of sky is roof where I call it home
drizzle of rain the only music from now on

my bed is made from juniper`s boughs
of mire and moss my pillow


Lone footprints diverge from tree line
autumn veils the sloughs with rime
shell of quagmire

yet too fragile to bear a man