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.