My Dreams Above

When cold and quivering winds do blow
The heavy, laden February clouds far off
And near the months death no moon nor light do show
They shine most bold and bright to lead our life Above

Beyond, beyond the Above my dreams are envious to see
But, to see what shines Above does freeze the heart
In a beat that remembers for what an eternity must be
The dark and light of Gods pure might where dreams do start.