Secure any bare-boned trees ensconced in winter’s silence,

restore the urge to make new promises, disrupt metronomes,

spread out the necessities, the tools for living, the season’s hues,

trust imperfections, separate the words from the noise.
Restore the urge to make new promises, disrupt metronomes,

segment the landscape, accept that lack of innocence in the sky,

trust imperfections, separate the words from the noise,

tick off the list, rekindle the days, the hours, filter the light.
Segment the landscape, accept that lack of innocence in the sky.

If things yearned for are to be had without bedevilment,

tick off the list, rekindle the days, the hours, filter the light,

beat a path to the mounds of books, blow off the dust.
If things yearned for are to be had without bedevilment,

be practical, prevent the room from swaying, getting smaller,

beat a path to the mounds of books, blow off the dust.

Here’s one! Dog-eared, ready to open doors, sweep you away.
Be practical, prevent the room from swaying, getting smaller.

Even as familiar faces dissolve, enter the mist where books weave.

Here’s one! Dog-eared, ready to open doors, sweep you away.

Take care with invitations, how to select texts and extricate truths.
Even as familiar faces dissolve, enter the mist where books weave,

spread out the necessities, the tools for living, the season’s hues.

Take care with invitations, how to select texts and extricate truths.

Secure any bare-boned trees ensconced in winter’s silence.