The moments come and find us all
At times when loss perfumes the air;
Embalmed, my hope is on display
And laid beneath the snow’s despair,

But still the embers burn out there;
A snowflake hopes with all its’ hoar
To shimmer when the moon cascades,
That silver beam that fell from yore

Made shadows on the forest floor,
But still some diamonds catch the light
Of pallid moon and stars above
That breaks the emptiness of night,

That parts the gate that barred my sight
And to a lonely heart will lend
A ray of hope until the dawn,
Until the chill of night will end.

For all the wounds, it comes to mend
With golden thread across the sky,
Whilst piercing through the depths of night,
A light, that seems to never die…