I am a stone in these hills
I am a monument shrouded
myth encoded, in these hills
I am the rock of passion
cloud of vision, in these hills
I walk across summer, winter and spring in these time-blasted hills
I cut across deliriousness into winter-wounded songs
in these hills
I change colours of night
I change colours of day
in these hills
I am a chorus of voices
bird song of noises
in unwavering places, in these hills
their roads cannot escape their lies cannot lull me
into a gathering dusk of sleep.
