At the Cellar Door,My Lips Await Your Kiss

Behind the window-pane I stand rubbing mist away From a distance I watch them holding hands as Santa Clause pass by upon his Christmas sleigh Slow,So slow they walk towards a mistletoe He removes the veil which covers her grey beneath the falling snow He kisses deep wrinkles which outline her cheek Each wrinkle a blessing before eternal sleep On a Holy night of Winter they must be feeling cold yet in their eyes a fire keeps burning of a secret untold Their eyes tell a story Their arms know romance Their heart hold a song Their feet know the dance In their smile I see the future I long for In their dream I build one of my own I would be thinking thinking of you till the last of red hollies till forgotten memories till the end of starlight I will be waiting waiting for you. Inspired by a Christmas song