An Angel Lights the Dark Path of Their Dreams

Someone told me You had caroled solely But that you weren't lonely Only that you went undoubtedly Without a one and only who wholly Understands your soul's song and story

_Under drifts of snow you stand_ _A candle held with both hands on the handle and_ _You lift the silence with deep lows and comfort at its highest levels_

Windows of frost rub away With breaths of steam As children stray From sleep Thinking they've seen An angel move down the street They step back to bed on little feet Where your light Leads them through their dreams _In_ and _from_ the _night_ To where the morning sun streams Where once again it beams and all is right Today, though only to those your glow Has touched does it even seem so Or mean so much To them in their still houses Still hushed