In the spark of night i walk to thee, I sense your presence closer as it beckons me.. the street,is dark,yet the paving glow, and my footsteps light as in snow, My life on this long lost plight, returns to cluster my emotion tight, as the sculptor work in stone, I the pilgram skin and bone, see you light within your home. I have arrived but not alone. I brought no wines,or fine cheese. But my fire for you to freeze. lets sleep now,as the day I see. In the spark of night i shine for thee,...!,