Another Night Far Away
Soft, the falling drifting snow in this ebon night
silent except for the whisper of a zephyr’s kiss
enrobes the landscape in a monochromatic dream
With a magic all its own, more than it might seem
we walk amid a swirling cast wondering what we miss
on this star lit night so perfect and oh so truly right
And there, in a common rough wood manger such a sight
we find warmth in a glance, and know this night’s bliss
there in silence beneath that star’s pointing guiding beam
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