The circle of your lantern patches snow. <br />Your face is weather beaten by wind's blow. <br />The safe moon is unreachable by air, <br />The fall of dark too eloquent to bear. <br /> <br />And yet your light comes on to me, brave friend. <br />The journey is a picture with no end. <br />I wonder. Could you use some company? <br />Warmth goes a long, long way so they tell me.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-journey-is-a-picture/
