when the old bough creeks

in answer to a chanted prayer

it's calling me away from here

to where thrumbeats warm the air

when I learn the smell of smoke

the smell of flowers in the fire

I can sail into the smoky sky

where eerie birdcries call me higher

when a gate is opened in the well

and the distance torn and riled

then I'm called out to the wind

into the darkness of the wild