my shortest day
i only have a few moments before i get bitter cold again (have i mentioned my room, especially in the corner where my iMac sits, is dreadfully cold?) . . . this needs no explanation.
in this place and in this time
i hold your hand in mine
we close our eyes and ground our feet
'till stars collide and hearts align
a million miles from home
i thought i'd be out here on my own
but as this circle surrounds me
i open my eyes, i'm not alone
this, this shortest day,
is ours.
our voices rise, our tears may fall
we sing of hope and heed the call
we light fires to drive the dark away
we hold each other through it all
this, this shortest day . . .
is ours.
(disclaimer: this is a first cut, so it may change over time. also, it's quite hard to record when shivering. i hope the cold does not translate through the recording. oh, and please don't steal my work. not that i really need to mention it, but perhaps i should.)
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Snickerdoodle got happy and started clapping.
Bravo Auntie Erin!
:)