Fairy tales and mysteries
and songs my heart once knew,
The little things that filled my dreams,
like quiet seeds that grew.
Those days are past, but not all lost,
the memories remain
of fireflies, and summer grass,
and more sunshine than rain!
Fairy tales and mysteries
and songs my heart once knew,
The little things that filled my dreams,
like quiet seeds that grew.
Those days are past, but not all lost,
the memories remain
of fireflies, and summer grass,
and more sunshine than rain!
Scattered moments and little smiles
Nothing of great value.
They’re simply there to light my day
As they are passing through.
Bright colors on display.
It doesn’t really take a lot
To brighten up my day.
The tide slips in so quietly,
and lingers on the shore.
It’s waiting for me to come down,
but down I'll go no more.
and give back to the sea
all of the cold and salty tears
it once reserved for me.
Today has been a bit too long,
Tonight's well underway
And I should be in bed by now...
There's no cause for delay.
And think back on this day.
I count my blessings gratefully,
Then wipe my tears away.
And faith will lead me through
Whatever twists and turns still stand
Between my heart and You.
Tomorrow's on it's way,
And I will face it joyfully
Despite this long, long day.
The cold night settles in once more,
Frosting window and leaf.
As if the world had lost its joy
And lingered in its grief.
Than it did yesterday,
But a new day will soon arrive
And joy is on its way.
And keep watch for the dawn.
The cold night will give way to light
Though the frost lingers on.
The sun lay tangled in the tree,
Snared as it drifted by,
And, for a moment, its gold light
Burnished the western sky.
To settle in the sea,
Until all that remained to her
Was just the memory.
While all the world lay blind,
The beauty of that gold sunset
Lay tangled in her mind.
Tonight, the darkness lingers on
Beneath the winter moon.
Tomorrow’s dawn seems so far off.
It cannot come too soon.
The long, cold nights of winter’s song
Will, someday, warm to spring,
But for tonight, its grip is fierce,
Its winds bitterly sting.
Within the solstice hope grows dim.
Under the moon, dreams die
For lack of light, too little warmth
And no dawn drawing nigh.
Yet, tomorrow the sun will rise,
The moon’s power will wane.
With the new light, warmth will return,
Though winter’s dreams remain.