Open Places

My heart longs for open spaces,No man’s lands - you cannot hear.And they are coming in the winterThey fall silent on your ear.The peace of a land forsakenBecause nobody can hold it.Do you hear the land a coming,In the empty, longing, open.It is coming, It's a coming,Though it pass through all you fear.It's the open sacred spacesThat nobody can hear.But I hear the open placesFalling softly on my ear.I find the open placesIn everything you fear.