we don't need the artificial light
to show we've finally moved,
unbruised
through the crowded night
You know that beautiful stranger
who once told us her name was Rest?
in case you've forgotten
she arrives in her sleepwear best
in case you've forgotten
she arrives in her sleepwear best
when we take a deep breath
The frost will keep us still for a time
and count the heartbeats
which keep us blessed
And that pen,
that often asks
to dance with the next page
wants us to know
it will no longer waltz
with the storm and all its rage
Paths taken seeking summer blue
often led us to many a nasty fall.
Though we may not be sun or bird
we've tempted fate
And that pen,
that often asks
to dance with the next page
wants us to know
it will no longer waltz
with the storm and all its rage
Paths taken seeking summer blue
often led us to many a nasty fall.
Though we may not be sun or bird
we've tempted fate
Risen with the morning to see it all
The frost will keep us still for a time
then suddenly disappear
and our prayers will flow more freely
through the lighter air
The perennials,
as promised
will continue to greet another year...
To blossom is such a beautiful thing
and for that let's thank the devotion
of the returning spring
