The softness of your light
The lights in yonder window
lifts my spirit out of space
to everlasting light of glory
in the view of what it means,
that somehow my love has come home
and might be thinking of me in my absence,
while her presence never was more present
to me than now with this light
that softly stole into my heart.
Beware, it might go out, it flickers,
so let us take care of it
and warm our hands to it
so it might feel itself more useful
and go on with shining brightness
just to warm our hearts
enough for hibernation
through whatever winter we might have ahead.
My light of you, however, never will go out
since it outshines all stars of every night.