Blow Softly, Now

That Christmas candle in your hand Has led us to this height Where we alone together stand And bid the day goodnight. The handle's turned, the door goes wide, And breathless step we in, To celebrate our lives of pride And all we've done and been. Blow softly, now, the candle out, Blow light, and let it go; The moon is full with quiet shout And I would have you so. Sweet stars gleam through the window, too, To see what here is done: Two beings who bear love so true Spear into sphere that's one.