In the white of the
night
as the street lights danced
lightly off the fresh fallen snow
I shouted for joy
giving thanks to the heavens for the moment's delight
and I must have opened
myself to a channel
of a voice that speaks to
me clearly from the unseen realm
I could have driven
for hours and simply looked into the night
somewhere beneath it
someone was teaching me all about living
and I must have opened
myself to a channel
of a voice that speaks to me clearly from the unseen
realm
The trees danced
with light
fine crystal lamps sparkling next to the road
in the morning they melted
more precious than diamonds was that transient sight
and I must have opened
myself to a channel
of a voice that speaks to me clearly from the unseen
realm
* It was the winter of 2000-2001,
and I was driving through Salem during a gentle
snowfall. The snow fell more like glitter than flakes,
and rather than resting upon the limbs of the trees,
it encased the barren branches with what looked
like crystal. I drove for some time, excited over
the interplay between the street lamps and the crystalline
snow. The following morning I awoke with this song
in my heart. I attempted to give the guitar work
an "appalachian dulcimer" sound. My recent
addition of a twelve-string to my small guitar stable
has only improved this song.
