Inner Fray

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