Backwoods of my dreamnI’m strolling deeper innSomething’s nearing closenStill I’m feeling securennCathedral of treesnCrowns the shade of deepest greennIn this domenIs your homennEdge of winter evenSoul is fortifiednDo you hear the distant howls?nIt’s time to leavenIn the raven’s eyenGlimmering of lifenIn the embrace of the wildnA place for homennStanding on spiralnIs bearer of the hornsnTime is short in my eyesnAnd gold will wane to dustnnConfounded by the wordsnOf gray man of the woodsnIn layers of mindnI’m feeling fine.