the migration of dreams

in a waking dream

a silken sea of seams

where have we been?

we've been traveling

from there to here

someplace far, to somewhere near

in time to leave both you and me

flailing and so eternally

wanting more

at these tantalising doors

between sleep and silver skies

beyond forever longing eyes

forsake the bitter cold

for things that we may hold

somehow forever dear

where morphic fields are clear

and open to the heart

coalesced from distant parts

hewn by endless stars and sun

you never were the only one

for whom this love was real

forever bleeding what we feel

from grace come of the hollow

spirit that we so wayward follow

from spleen unto rare ideal

where dreams are rendered real

yule

yule in turns

eternal things

the fervour burns

as distance sings

it's cold for all 

we've left behind

beyond the wall

we came to find

the frozen tones

in beaten stone

and mortar moan

these times alone

would war would leave

some space for heart

that we could breathe

in times apart

broad windows seem

as narrow panes

these wooden beams

as strength that wanes

unless we finally do

just one thing from the heart

a dream that people knew

that never falls apart

when days are long

and nights are cold

it's yule time songs

to which we hold

e'er seeking me

e'er longing you

this world can be

come of just two

rare people putting people first

beyond the failing battlements

that current trends might be reversed

perpetuate the sacraments

first snow

enter slow

the half-lit hall

eternal glow

for want of all

that first snow brings

as hope unto the heart

as mortal things

we sing to make a start

the sky is near

half the roof is gone

but we are here

let's take the air in song

so far from earth

it's bliss where we have come

to bleed our mirth

in dream we are as one

and free to fully know

as one can ever do

the feel of our first snow

it's bathing me and you

as ever coming clean

two shadows beneath stars

we e'er transcend by means 

of loving all the scars

sun soon pulls away at night

lay still, the sky is near

half-gone roofs permit the light

to show us we're still here

you said that we must not forget

for feeling our first snow

no matter what these times beget

to always take things slow