First Light of the Morning

I wished that you were
the first light of the morning
But it was only a train signal shining behind me
The narrow grey railway line split the dark valley
The 6am moon showed her face in my bracelet
and crowded stars sang to her radiant chorus
They lit up the silver wood gatepost where I lent and I wrote
«I think I might love you now»
Under dark silken skies of December
I walked across fields that knew my name
I walked beneath stars that knew the pain in my heart
I walked between trees that knew my start and my ending
On a quiet Christmas morning
I sang back to my valley and I asked her kindly for a miracle
And I wished that you would be
the first light of the morning