out the door at dark gone collecting wood for fires seeing by the stars snow a deep deep blue makes a path back to my home the weight of winter wind push against my legs my arms a brave explorer s face i ll pretend the distance easy a million miles away high above the trees smoke flies south through river valleys over where you sleep when the sky let s go path is covered all those footsteps memory takes hold mouth is moving with your eyes it tells me where to go somehow through the trees somehow i make out to follow the shape our eyes create i may be wrong i could be off the path is dark i could be lost but i might ve found a winter fawn to lead me home