Dream Child (a Christmas Dream)

In the night

Was the dark

In the dark

Was the dream

In the dream

Was the Child

And myself

There unseen

In the book was the word

In the word there was truth

In the truth there was age

In the age there was youth

And I said to the Child

Do your hands they still bleed

After all of this time

Do you think there's still need

But the Child only smiled

And said not a word

And the snow it came down

As if it hadn't heard

And all that night the snow came down

To heal the scars our lives had found

And the dreams that lay broken

And there upon a bridge of dreams

Across the night we walked unseen

With no words ever spoken

And then on through that night

We did walk for a while

And our steps turned to blocks

And the blocks turned to miles

Then we followed a path

For as far as we could

Till we found ourselves there

In an evergreen woods

There were thousands of candles

Upon every tree

It was beautiful

But there was one mystery

For with all of those candles

You must understand

That the only one lit

Was now in that Child's hand

And there upon that Christmas scene

The candle wax of melted dreams

And the years they had taken

And as the snow did gently fall

He one by one relit them all

Till each dream was awakened

And there to that light

That young Child showed to me

All the things that he dreamt

All the things that might be

How for everything given

That something was gained

Strike one match in the dark

And all the world's not the same

And then I asked that Child

Why this night has a star

And he said, "So we'd know

That we could see that far"

And these candles are wed

To that distant star's light

And it all came to be

Upon that long winter's night

That long winter's night

That long winter's night

That long winter's night

And when I awoke, well the Child he was gone

But somewhere in my mind

I believe he lives on

And somewhere in my life

Between here and the end

On a long winter's night

I will dream him again

Then she noticed on some Christmas cards

A reddish purple stain

Where someone had spilled some Christmas wine

And there it had remained

Until the heat from a radiator

Whistling in the air

Had caused it to evaporate

Into an angel's share