I’ll await you in stormy weather
Among the ruins of never-never
Sought afar at disparate gorges
Risk the rocks and crevice fallen
Stoop towards the tether thrown
That you may fall toward my hand
Walk the trails, not tumble prone
Passages carved like seeds are sown
In ice, in winds of little shelter
Not smite nor sting, nor even fear
From a rocky ridge to leer
Wo…