Snow drifts pale on a wind-carved hill
Frosted breaths hang in the air so still
Quiet steps echo soft and wary
Tracing the path where your light grows airy
Silver dusk leans close to your face
Cold unfolds in its silent grace
Every shadow you choose to tarry
Softens beneath the light you carry
Ice-bound fields stretch far and white
Lonely roads swallow failing sight
Yet your calm heart steady and starry
Holds a warmth winter longs to marry
Frozen branches bow low to gleam
Crystals form on the edges of dream
All that darkness tried to bury
Rises alive in the glow you carry
Midnight hums in a muted choir
Moon burns faint in a trembling fire
Even the night—solemn and contrary—
Keeps its vigil for the light you carry