You with eyes like sunrises of another world,
the curve of its horizon on your lips
and burning as its sky braves descent into night...
This forest knows me
It knows me better than I know myself
Its roots reach deeper into my thoughts than I can go
or than I’ve tried to go...
Sunrise on the wings of a solstice
A handful of fire cupped for warmth
Against the east wind out of the valley
The land of wildling calls...