Last night we were in a cabin

Mascaraed eyes

Blinking back at this screen

Too bright for

Thinking

I'm thinking

Last night

Amongst wintered trees

Bare of leaves

Living above a ground

Snow and burnt orange earth

Too beautiful for

Words

I lost mine

Tonight

We sleep in "civilization"

Secretly grateful

For all of our comfort

But I know

This life is a mask

For what He made

Is closer to his Heaven

Thinking

I'm thinking

I'm weakened

By my own inability

To desire that seclusion

That perfection

Those dirty

Immaculate

Woods