Sitting, pondering by waters night at the old house Still listening for the wake of Borealis. Multi-colored pulses of dexterity and Ionic dances Offering the splendid air a quiver of atmosphere. And though each pulsed breath of Gods will entranced, I sat still, remembering a moment's d**h. Winter winds brought sulfurs hand to close Of my minds caveat to a rime storm; A single prying gust to clattered drain At moments hurry I to wills do pry. And whilst a song tingled of ice and tree,
So mattered much of this time to infinity That I burned pa**ion by the side of Orion, Into the blessed turning waters of ice and fire. Snowfall cometh to a quiet breeze Of flakes and hurry and purpose ease, Four take to twenty and one to pa** Our peoples hurry a toast to gla**. Now, said faith in truths our Lord Will pa** again and be for more, Another year will take its place And more for ours to love His face.