I fell far away from the fevers of noise
as the mists of the evening made off with my heart
And carried me far from the bars of my prison
and would not release me, and would not depart…

We followed the dreams of the woods and the whisper
of stars in the stones and the frameworks of night
Taken by moonlight to mystery’s sister
— her trace rose to life in a language of light.

I fell far away from the box and the stable
I fell far away from the cage and the lock
I followed the whisper of stars in the fury
I followed the dreaming of mists in the rock.