I wished that you were

the first light of the morning

But it was only a train signal shining behind me


The narrow grey railway line split the dark valley

The 6am moon showed her face in my bracelet

and crowded stars sang to her radiant chorus


They lit up the silver wood gatepost where I lent and I wrote

I think I might love you now


Under dark silken skies of December

I walked across fields that knew my name

I walked beneath stars that knew the pain in my heart

I walked between trees that knew my start and my ending


On a quiet Christmas morning

I sang back to my valley and I asked her kindly for a miracle


And I wished that you would be

the first light of the morning

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