Drift true, my innocent thought. steer from what you know, and where you've been, a rend of who and what. But oh, what have you caught. And when the sun sets thin Pushing dusk and dust through the air.

I was a wisp of smoke burnt low on bonecold mornings thick ashes I hid in, and deeper my heartflame I dreamt of a good heart to blow my ashes far. and stirred from this hollow by the hearing of your name

All that I could, was sink further, wrap the shadow tight. the know, ledge to hold on help the greatest part from flying away, to my insistence to give nothing too much, to my cares. I've let so much go,