Do Not Look Into The Pines
Pale breath over black water
No fire on the ridge
You hear the gate before it
moves
Iron deep beneath the snow
I leave no mark beside your
boots
Still you know which way I
go
Old wood creaks in the birch
line
Ravens turn but never land
Keep your promise to the north
wind
Keep your name inside your hands
Hold still, count slow
Something walks where the white feels
close
Northbound, heads down,
cold crown No sound under the
hill,
under the stone
Call my name and wake alone
Northbound, stand near,
black sky,
thin air
When the old strings start to
cry
Do not look into the pines
You keep a lamp beside the
window
I keep winter in my chest
Every road forgets its footsteps
Every door denies a guest
There’s a knot beneath the floorboards
There’s a bell beneath the lake
If you cut the thread at
midnight
Tell me what you thought would
wake
Hold still, count slow
Something waits where the dark roots
grow
Northbound, heads down,
cold crown No sound under the
hill,
under the stone
Call my name and wake alone
Northbound, stand near,
black sky,
thin air
When the old strings start to
cry
Do not look into the The
drum remembers every footfall
The bone remembers every scar
What you bury under snowdrift Finds
you where you think you are
Northbound, heads down,
cold crown No sound under the
hill, under the stone
Call my name and wake alone
Northbound, stand near,
black sky,
thin air
When the old strings start to
cry
Do not look into the
Pale breath over black water
No fire on the ridge