In the velvet hush of a northern night,
I trace your ghost in the pale moonlight.
A silver shadow on the canyon rim,
Where the pines grow tall and the light grows dim.
I love the wild that defines your soul,
The way your song makes the silence whole
A lonely cadence, sharp and clear,
That I hold close, though you aren't near.
I wish to stand where the frost-breath clings,
To see the gold that the firelight brings
To eyes that have seen what the stars have known,
In a kingdom of cedar and ancient stone.
But we are divided by world and by way,
Between the deep woods and the light of day.
So I’ll dream of the ridge where the cold winds blow,
And love you from here, across the snow.