The only voice I wish to hear
Like the padding of the deer
And the misty Falls approach in trees
Which whispers here, and
With wandering footprints, there

Like the only sky I've ever been
Before being rush back within
To an eternal indoors
Full of plastic stars which burn out slow
And the hum of air which,
Once conditioned, streams

It's such a beautiful sound, I see
Such a lovely thought, that now I feel
You, my flooded mind, in ears
Begs this of my most unsubtle me
Let me drown anew
In this memory, please

Skies fall down slowly
As shadows lie beneath these
Most mountainous truths
Stretching out like outcrops down
In walking ways was our youth

no amount of making
  or feigned revisions of life unlived
    can recall a sighted sky over the ocean
      or pull down a sunrise behind the mountains

      better to try and catch the stars which aren’t stars
    chase sleight of hand or tongue of minds unfold
  let alone myself alone in this
I am tired of being cold