Blessed Warmth

Oh, blessed warmth, within the cold, dark night.
Oh, sacred soul, attracting so much light.
A quiver and the morning starts to fall.
As if a heathen urged its hungry call.
The glow of moon. The stars aglitter.
Transform the awful, ancient shiver.
Oh, blessed warmth, come sleep with me tonight...

? Michaelette ?

1/19/2005
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