That cold October night.
Bright comfort in a black of calm,
When my soul needed light.
Chilled, quiv'ring sparks before her bowed
Above, in sky's great hall,
And I - I lay upon the ground,
'Midst wooded sent'nels, tall.
Away, her black and glassy dome
Arched far beyond my touch.
Like pains & fears in my heart, home,
That troubled me so much.
And there it was, her gentle rays
As long as wander'rs seek a way
She guides the heaven-bent.
Magnificent, and glowing high,
Her duty is to raise,
Her light against a light-void sky
And voice in pure-white praise.
Silence and peace, in harmony,
Entwine against the fears.
And when the dawn's dew fell to me
It met with thankful tears.