Glittering silver scales of a brook dace
Slivers 'neath ice of fast cold mountain streams
Moving magic shown on crystal ball's face
Shrouded in her eyes an ol' gypsy gleams

Cast adrift in the night the heavens' bring
Tiny clusters of far'way sparkly things
Voices of angels serenading sing
Floating notes reflected off golden wings

Gazing snowswept fields in moonbeams' glimmer
Tiny icicles sway from pine branch boughs
Flocking night birds silver saucers' shimmer
Up and over the drifting swirling snows

Giant unblinking golden eyes still search
When seen high upon a dead tree I perch