Inner Fray

Unshine

backwoods of my dream 
I’m strolling deeper in 
something’s nearing close 
still I’m feeling secure 

cathedral of trees 
crowns the shade of deepest green 
in this dome 
is your home 

edge of winter eve 
soul is fortified 
do you hear the distant howls 
it’s time to leave 
in the raven’s eye 
glimmering of life 
in the embrace of the wild 
a place for home 

standing on spiral 
is bearer of the horns 
time is short in my eyes 
and gold will wane to dust 

confounded by the words 
of grey man of the woods 
in layers of mind 
I’m feeling fine