Footprints In the Snow
I heard a knock on my door, late last night.
It came six hours before daylight.
My dogs didn’t bark, no leaps and bounds.
They always lose their minds at the faintest sounds.
When I got out of bed, they didn’t even look.
They were completely relaxed, not the least bit shook.
I went to the door to see who was there.
I saw a man with a beard and long brown hair.
I opened the door and invited him in.
I could see blood on his brow and cuts on his skin.
I thought he had crashed, somewhere out in the night.
Then my eyes were filled, with a circle of light.
He said he had come, just to simply remind.
He said to look in my heart and share the love that I find.
Then he was gone, I felt the cold wind blow.
I could see his bloody footprints, right there in the snow.
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