falling skies + deepening moons

I am freed, as one
With the failing skies
And of trees that stand
Alone as I

And this hill above the leeched
out towns
Does never mind my presence
there
Nor I to mind the violent winds

Which ever try to steal my hair
There is wildness here that
skulks and creeps 
A gloaming feast of greying
sheep
A darkening of the green eyed
fields

As all there is here fades and
yields to
Distant lights in distant towns
To distant people homeward
bound
And of
Falling skies + deeping moons

And I shall not think

To go home soon

M