Against the distant sky
Icy rigid fingers trace
Trail of white steam
Fading into the vast gray space
The quiet spirit sketched
Beholden to a hidden grace
The unfound is fetched
And put in its place
Against the distant sky
Icy rigid fingers trace
Trail of white steam
Fading into the vast gray space
The quiet spirit sketched
Beholden to a hidden grace
The unfound is fetched
And put in its place
