By the window she is watching
Snow flakes from the sky are swirling
Where the willow bends down deeply
Sunken by the snow and wild winds
She is breathing frost and crystals
Out upon the open moor.
Carrying her lantern lighted.
Through the gently falling snow.
I am with her treading softly,
Even though she knows it not,
Down the pasture in the silence,
Over sheets of sparkling thoughts.
In her ear I whisper comforts
But only her soul can hear.
Prayers to the far Above us
Rolling tears from heaven to hear.
She will know her heart is held strong
rocked in arms of heavenly light.
Through the darkness, through till morning,
in the forest of the night.