Wilderness away,
I think I've had my day.

Falling gently into darkness
the grass with certainty
against my cheek,
(sudden brightness,
the sun shines again.)

Wake from the same dream.

And, well,

Noah looks upon me
in my last desperate pray.
The dripping moon,
the stars nudge into me their love,
the breeze is calm again.

(... I've been quiet with myself
in the rush of wrong pains,
what have I become...)

Wilderness away,
a shortcut through the hills.
If the sun shines that way...
well, I think I'll have my day.