This is the darkness
here in the bright sun
as the snow melts – the place of want
where a cold soul grows colder.

All stallions, away!
Beat the path to the sea
and wait for your sire to call.

This is the darkness
here in the damp solitude
as the snow melts – the place of need
where frigid fingers fumble for the proper tool.

Falcon, Fly!
Find pray as you find it
and eat your fill.

This is the darkness
here in the chill first of winter
as the snow melts – the place of loss
where a distant sun scoffs at a distant man.

Away dear heart, Away!
Fly free in search of hope.