In The Beginning
Above us sprawls a winter sky,
bejewelled with a million stars.
The moon, harmonious and calm
beams blessings down, while arm-in-arm,
our faces flushed, and young, and brave,
we swoop through sleeping country lanes.
We lean into the night's embrace,
as, drunk with joy and crammed with love,
and promise of our life to come,
we seem to fly, borne up by dreams,
above the silent, frosty fields.
Until at last, led on by stars
that pierce the purple midnight's dome,
we spy along the winding road,
the gleaming, beaming, lights of home.