A hint of snow upon the peaks
Brings to my mind the peace we seek,
A place of sanctuary, high,
More lofty than the blue of sky.
I hold to hope within the morn,
With every garland you adorn,
That love will come to each one day,
And spirit sorrow’s songs away.
It is wish simple, here for me,
To share my shelter, make you tea,
Brave every storm, and hold your gaze,
Bask in the other’s life, ablaze
Until light fades from each mind’s eye,
Our ash be scattered when we die,
A hint of snow upon the peaks,
To share, forever, peace we seek.
Eric M. Vogt