A sombre silence in the snow That echoes through the forest in which my demons roam Their many voices and discordant fables A disquiet and disharmony that leaves no loam for life to grow Breathe invigoration into the stone The nerve ends of our soil, the sarcophagus of my mold I feel your psyche on an unfamiliar plane It provokes a clarity that inhibits the marrow of my soul
But as days push on And the fog clears Let the daylight expose the tender nature of our deepest fears Hold my love in the spaces between your fingers And keep it near Because I have come To find my depth My place of solace My place of rest Consume my body Deplete what is left My bones are your solace I am your unrest