Landscape alone
The moon on the road
And the echo of the homeless bird has flown
In a night so clear it disappeared at dawn

I wait for you in seasons so skewed
As to feel old and yet appear as new
And to feign a line and be a circle too

Nature second best
To the plaintive mind's guest
Though the earth stood still be sure
I did not rest

Though my heart was strong
My heart headed west
And the empty howls of lust
Did sound like thunder
And the milk that came as dust
Did make me wonder
Is there anyway to trust
What's way out yonder?
Out yonder...