Oh, what I would give
to see your luminous face
each day,
as you enshroud my room
in grey shadows of doom.
Oh, bright ring of light...
this game you play,
this hide and seek,
speaks to this weary trav'ler of doom,
like a judgment of one entombed
to a fate unknown... Winter.
I hide in shadow,
I await,
as this bright halo
again descends to enshrine
my sacred Mother.
A luminescence that brings virtue
to a holy body of souls
awaiting your cure,
this sweet kiss,
this promise of time between birth and death...
life...
So now we again play SHADOW SHOT SUNDAY...head on over to Hey, Harriet and check us out, lots of cool shadows to be found!
to see your luminous face
each day,
as you enshroud my room
in grey shadows of doom.
Oh, bright ring of light...
this game you play,
this hide and seek,
speaks to this weary trav'ler of doom,
like a judgment of one entombed
to a fate unknown... Winter.
I hide in shadow,
I await,
as this bright halo
again descends to enshrine
my sacred Mother.
A luminescence that brings virtue
to a holy body of souls
awaiting your cure,
this sweet kiss,
this promise of time between birth and death...
life...
So now we again play SHADOW SHOT SUNDAY...head on over to Hey, Harriet and check us out, lots of cool shadows to be found!