They say she lives here somewhere Where, they do not know When storms jangle the valley She wears a robe of snow They say she lives here somewhere For the soul on foot to find And makes her morning rounds Leaning on a cane of pine And if she lives here somewhere Then all of this she sees From spring's remembered beetles To the last bones of the trees The owl in the twilight, The hour that lifts your eyes From the question in your pocket To the wandering of the light And as I behold the autumn's Fiery eyes beholding me There are times when they must see her Other times they must see me Are we one and are we only Like a wind moves through the world Like a God moves in its garden To become the hidden word I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake When the autumn smells of ashes Where your feet have left the road When the road is just a memory And the future just a word When all that is of value Lies hidden in the world I lie down beside the river To become the hidden God