I always chased slowly, mysteriously beyond
The mountain hills - your clothes have their way:
in their most woven form - are things which gave me,
strength which i ran after because they guide home
your transparent look, time will catch me
though i find and lose myself,
you stopped always to track me
(tired, and lost) you still believe
or if you see me dead and gone
my soul will jump quietly
as when the bear of this mountain crawls,
the sound shall guide you nightly
nothing we feel, even tears that flow
cloth of your rocking chair that bow
they kick and crawl my soul to sleep,
as i watch above your mortal rest
i do not fight to be in arms
only guard and shout my lungs
at moon above to shine all light
on you my love, sleep tonight