Lyrics Sheep In Fog

The hills step off into whiteness
People or stars
regard me sadly
I disappoint them

The train leaves a line of breath
o slow
horse the color of rust

Hooves, dolorous bells
All morning the
morning has been blackening

A flower left out
My bones hold a stillness, the far
fields melt my heart.

They threaten
to let me trough to a heaven
starless and fatherless
a dark water