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

Sight a lullaby in trees

Not in these troubeld times

I'm not the one you pined for

No not into calmer waters

I'm not the one your 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 arch 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 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