I tiptoe there atop the moss
And feel it ‘twixt my toes
Until I find the wildflowers
And pass over the rose

The wretched shadows lurking here
Will not find grace in me
For as they try to turn my ear
I simply turn away

The heavy blanket of the snow
Holds music in its hand
Who knows, then, where the songs all go
When pulled beneath the land?

I cannot rest until all that I wish for I have got
And so I shall not rest until I lie in dirt and rot

I wished upon the breaking dawn
For what my heart desired
And found instead that in the light
My luck had long expired

Bereft of all but that in reach
I want for distant shores
Yet cannot my heart’s stone walls breach
Nor find its hidden doors

Look for me out upon the trail
Where greenest mosses thrive
Out where in every small detail
A thousand small things live

I find myself e’er wanting of
The things I do not have
Yet never conscious of the lack
That still would fill my heart