As the day it slowly dies, As midnight approaches, I'm cold I realise.
For long I've sat at keyboard Typing words onto screen Its seems as if no time, And yet for hours writing I've been.
And I turn on the heater,
I get up from my chair,
I stretch and yawn, look in the mirror Laugh at my reflection there... And on the screen, to be on paper, These words I wrote be they many or few, As much as the mirror,
Are a reflection of me too! Floating music and soaring voices Break the silence of the night, Singing Christmas songs in a tong I don't know, As outside nothing is in sight…
For it is but the early hours of a new day, Even the birds are still silent now, It is as if the world stands still,
The closest we get to God while living somehow...
For when life and all its craziness stops And the worries of the world cease, The ensuing silence is Gods lullaby And we awake or asleep live in peace...
