i'm walking in a wonderland
but not of snow
the air is clear
no rain in sight
what is this magic
this breeze that teases
hints of spring belie
the dark january days
i spread my fingers wide
catch warmth and wind
flying high above
the groaning days
my silly broken heart
still hopes anew
that in the gloom
a light still shines
this winter sunshine
this longing fierce
for joyful times
for peace on earth
hope against hope
believing is seeing
i turn my face upwards
