Just after Christmas, the days lengthen,
And the sun dips below the horizon –
Leaving faint traces of gold that linger
As the moon rises over the pond.
I have been alone on Christmas,
I have leaned my forehead onto the window
And melted the frost outside,
Desperate with loneliness, sick with grief.
I am still fragile, these days before Christmas,
But I am stronger than the night,
And my heart burns brighter than Venus
In the early morning sky.
I see the Star of Bethlehem,
And you are by my side.
I am with you, still –