You paint my sky in crimson, pink and gold
every night when the sun is setting.
You bring me the aurora borealis,
dancing in the heavens,
woven like a ribboned blanket on
a lonely winter evening.
You placed all the stars up there
for me to look upon when I couldn\'t sleep,
telling me the tales of them all,
those constellations burning brigthly.
You showed me two coins,
one silver, the other burnished gold,
and tossed them high into the air,
to chase away the dark shadows.
You bought me a dress,
made of the finest mists of twilight,
to wear on new year\'s ball,
stitched with thread of dew,
buttoned with the ocean\'s pearls.
You bid the sun to hold in her journey,
so that we could be together
on the endless summer days
in the widestretched north.
You bring light to my life
even when the world seems darkest,
you make my burden light as a feather,
when it feels like I try to carry a mountain on my own.