3AM

It's 3AM
And I'm in love with him.
He's going through some shit
But he's still mine.
Things have been hard
And I'm trying to let him know
That everything is gonna turn out fine.

It's late at night
And I'm just listening
To nothing and to silence
In the dark.
But I know that he's my man
And I'm not going anywhere
Even if he falls apart.

It's 3AM
And I'm waiting up for him
Because I know what it's like
To struggle all alone.
He's going through a lot right now,
But I know he's tough and strong
And I'm happy to call him my own.

First Snow

Winter's winds whisper through the trees,
Coaxing clumps of pure white powder
To take flight and fall once more to the ground.
Fat flakes flutter on their way to the earth,
Doing their delicate dance all around.

Tonight, time tends to slow to a stop,
While soft snow silences many sounds,
So does the snow call the city to sleep
As it follows its path, earthbound.

With wonder, we watch, while fragile flakes fall,
Ancient magic our hearts remember.
While whispering winds sing an old northern song,
Welcoming white month, December.

We feel the chill of Nature's breath,
And oh, we could commend her;
She brings such peace for us to see
As our fires die down to embers.