braced against the brittle winds
no voice in the twisting swirling dance of falling snow
no traveller in the dark
no footprints decorate the expanse
the small golden light of the candle in the window
the silhouette of the mountains encasing this quiet place
from which no road or path leads
with no tale or ***** song to comfort the traveller
seem impassable
to even stout hearts
here in the small cabin
with only the light as companion
with the tenuous hours drawn thin
awaiting the breaking of dawn
awaiting the beauty of day to find its way
to my doorstep
with fleet footsteps
guide me on the trek
to find her warm hope filled hand
to find my way to that lover i searched a lifetime for
i know your out there
my sweet one
my world in your hands
i will never stop seeking your arms
a true haven in this valley of shadows