Fleeting flurries,
Of ashen snow.
See my kindness,
Come and go.
The roaring tide,
Blocks out the noise.
Of every bark,
And hollow voice.
Freedom cascades in waves,
Breaking upon the stones.
The only place I've been,
Where I can be alone.

The cold beckons,
To my burning mind.
The forest whispers to me,
Of all the things I came to find.
Bones...