A snow-writ script
A moon-wind is blowing
A bluebell now chimes
For all that's alive
Yet wants no existence
In wind I am roaming
An age passes by
Then all I have feared is
Fantasy only
A Big Dipper lands close to home
And now I sail off with my friend
On lofty clouds of peace
And endless rest
A little while
And night that’s approaching teaches us dreaming
The saga that wrote us
Was writ by a friend
A snow-writ script
Of heart’s own home
Were I to have beauty
And make you feel glad
If I were the one I wished to turn into
Then I’m a beloved
Out walking in style
And a downpour of tears where the stars still journey
Bells chiming in darkness
Can you hear
I follow their tune everywhere
To depths of loneliness
My house and home
In night’s embrace
And water-sprite music but no one dancing
A bird that is foreign
Who reads what I write
Ink that’s black, eyes of blue and coiled convolutions
A Big Dipper lands close to home
And now I sail off with my friend
On lofty clouds of peace
My house and home
In night’s embrace
And water-sprite music but no one dancing
A bird that is foreign
Who reads what I write
A snow-writ script
Of heart’s own home
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