Adrift In Falling Snow Testo

A sliver of moon lulls through the clear night.Half abandoned to sleep, lampwicks char.
I remember mince treats east of the river,
think of our boat adrift in falling snow.
Deer wander, uneasy among howling peaks,
and forests of falling leaves startle cicadas.
Tribal songs rise, rifling the stars. Here,
at the edge of heaven, I inhabit my absence.
A sliver of moon lulls through the clear night.
Half abandoned to sleep, lampwicks char.