When late an icy frosty night
sings to the sun a lullaby
then lets the frozen stars fly high
and hugs the warm lit houses tight
I see the cities faraway
their sound drowns in the misty air
I hope and pray that I can bear
the cold that comes and will now stay
The stars no longer seem to glow
they pierce like needles in the dark
and leave inside my heart a mark
of longing for the light to show
And sleep evades my stretched out hands
it seems to cold for dreams to sprout
my gaze runs far and seeks a route
that leads to warm and friendly lands
But still for me there’s no escape
I have to stay and wait for dawn
and in the meantime, on this lawn
I lay and tremble, tensely wait
The hours pass like days and years
my lonely body finds no rest
the cold seeps in, claws at my chest
what if it never comes, I fear
What if the light will not return
although I know for sure it will
the night seems empty and so still
awake I lie and deeply yearn
And then as I lost count of time
a vaguely gleaming cloud appears
and in my eyes I feel the tears
and watch the faintest shimmers climb
The palest light is painted there
right on the sky above the hills
and then the skydome slowly fills
with shining golden morning air
Inside myself a warmth takes hold
that I don’t think I’ve ever felt
and all the frozen lakes now melt
a thousand hopeful buds unfold
And then, and then, I’ve waited long
for this one moment, this new grace
the suns first rays, they touch my face
my heart is turned into a song
Now light and warmth is all I feel
the long hard night is far away
and I kneel down and then I pray
this sunrise shall be my hope’s seal
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