The day portends your coming
I wait for you in lighted silence
colored lights on cold trees
bushes aglow with artificial fire
The sky is full of fat clouds
carried by wind tasting of the artic
far away land of white life
thick clear ice over dark water
the holiday lights reflect
the distant borealis glow
everything is ancient
everything is beautiful
I sense the joy around me
children seem unnaturally gay
Old people step lively again
The orange fires kindles my love
I wait for you in the dim glow
dark night punctuated by color
The day portends your coming
but i wait for you in vain
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