Rove

Rove – Black Oak

Home is behind the world ahead

I can’t seem to settle in

In the dawn I wait for the sun

With stars and bread

With my eyes closed

I float like a swan

The light, it is gold

In this early hour

I could carry on

So, I will stroll

Through the snow

As I’m heading to the dawn

I wait for the sun

With stars and bread

Not all those who wander are lost

My feet are strong

Among the pines

I feel alive

And the woodland so quiet

Speaks to me

In frost covered lines

Drifting by

As I’m heading to the dawn

While I’m up high

With mist tendrils

Caressing my eyes

I grow taller

With each cold breath drawn

And tragedies below

Seem to fade before the dawn