Along this path I walk alone,
the night takes me in her arms
as colors bleed from the horizon
my sorrows breathe into nothing.
The broken hues of frozen hands
wish to be constant like the sky,
with steady steps each star unwinds
across the stretch within my eye.
I know this calm is made of grace
with reach like low limbs, humble tree
from his hands, his feet, his face
that his body is protecting me