Roaming the streets of Londontown as it once was
Singing free like Maria on the peaks of Austria
Transported back to Switzerland's pine wood warmth
Hobnobbing with those who might shed some light,
drinking with those whose names I cannot know
Southern goodness with laughter so hard it becomes tears
Dinners with those without homes
who reflect refreshingly tender humanness
Plants of the world, breathing in the dead of winter
Running the moors of England
through their imprisoned passion
Drinking eggnog in an 1800's tavern
Befriending exotic birds on a farm
Picking out our own little tree of green
Staring into eyes that accept me fully
In the glowing blue light of our home
Warmed from Winter's Chill by love
Currently watching : The Lives of Others
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