Wednesday, November 24, 2010


I dreamed of snow, cold and soft
Falling from the clouds aloft
Crystal puzzles from above
Made of Light and Crystal Love

Then I dreamed of Angels’ Wings
Fluttering, pure white things
Brilliant in the twilight glow
Reflecting in the falling snow.

And in the dream I sought to see
While sipping from a cup of tea
Upon the wind begin to blow
Angels through my frozen window

Then in the stillness I pondered
From where in Heaven they had wandered
But all that my eyes could know
Was there in the swirling snow

And in the ether falling round
One precious thing that I have found
When I need my life to slow
There’s nothing like a good hard snow…

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