I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
...Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul..
Please just leave me right here on my own..
Later on you could spend some time with me if you want to—All at sea…
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map