THE GRACE OF LIGHT

Our night awakens with a flame 
and it’s luminous, luminous.
The shadows trace a perfect frame.
Luminous, luminous.

And while the northern winds conspire,
we’re held by the trees 
and lulled by the fire.
We sleep and dream ‘neath astral seas
then wake to shimmering fields of aurora. 

As embers dance to midnight’s joyous serenade
we’re kissed by falling snow 
and bound in the grace,  
the grace of light. 

The fire casts a perfect spell
and it’s radiant and glorious. 
In rapture more than words can tell;
we’re breathless and silent. 

By chance or fate or grand design
our lives will long be intertwined
for here beneath the swaying pines
our bond is forged by flame.

And while the northern winds conspire,
we’re held by the trees 
and lulled by the fire.
We sleep and dream ‘neath astral seas
then wake to shimmering fields of aurora.  

As embers dance to midnight’s joyous serenade,
we’re kissed by falling snow 
and bound in the grace,  
the grace of light.