Frozen wind on a concrete pillar
Built by hand to cross the sea

The old town glows orange ripples
And beams from the rattling trains

Industrial forest back road habitat
Air manifested, rising into the firmament

The cold whispered in earshot
And kept me company travelling north

Blood from a stone and water from the rocks
In exchange for lumbering fireside familial bliss

A lost boy leaving home, crying to the wind
Connecting to the spirit with joy for wonder

Growing upwards, onwards through dawn
With my light burning bright