I gently lean into the door bitting down on my tongue as it creaks open The brisk air bitting back at my face, shooting up my sleeves

Restless to take my first step, yet wavering to enter the cold I feel my body grow tense as the cold sinks in, trapped under the restriction of my fleece with no escape

I look up past the cloud of fog created by my own breath I see the silver dance of the sky and I know it is time

I know little of what I am doing, perhaps it is my youth, perhaps it is my foolishness Yet I shift out the door and into the piercing morn’

I make my way to the street out back Looking nowhere but forward, I let my feet dart off the pavement

Not as a racer to a finish line But as a pilgrim towards a new land

Sonne, Vögel, Wind Ihalleren Erwartung

Is it enough No, not enough to pull me from this sweet bliss

What temptation can be found in the whaling siren that seeks to lure me from such paradise My head so content to rest upon velvet clouds

So content I lie above the rain; still basking in the warm glow The ache is my soothing release

Lest I lower my feet to the earth That I might feel sharp pains awaken me

I shall here lie Above the clouds in a world that is mine

Till I succumb To the feeling so numb

Mysterious Daunting, Taunting The eerie cries drowned out by the silence Perhaps the rays yet pierce the sky Reason would say not a single light abounds

Enveloped in silence No glimmer broke through the vault The towering beams choking out the invader What once contained branches of life now turned to stone; cold, hard, petrified

A prayer arose to the cry of the onlookers They had grown accustom to the prayers of those lost in their dwelling They cried luring the lost to a sweat release

The only hope of wisdom In the dark In the still In the Woodlands