When eyes turn steady to the ground
while silhouette cloaks eclipses light
no pair can see past the edge
of the dark wintry night.

Oh starry silent hungry hunter above-
my audience of lonely trekked streets with me,
let us loft our look toward the horizons
upon this cold clear crisp eve.

Past nights shadowy shady curtain
lovers cradle in the halo dawn bed;
we loft our hungry eyes toward horizons
the dawns host shall keep us fed.