Stay

Whenever i look to sleep
Into short dreams and darkness deep
I look for your silence in the air
Knowing I'll find but nothing there

Hoping my words would reach the beginning
Of whatever vice I'm clearly sinning
Of the beginning of whatever world'd be;
Frost's pasture- for you, and me.

And whenever you say my name I know
The extent of what tracks I'd dare go
And when you stay wherever near
I wouldn't mind staying here.

And I wouldn't mind staying here.