Day, be gentle,
\nsuch a beautiful snowfall,
\na festival for Sierra.<\/p>\n
Day, be quiet.
\nHow soft the sound
\nof the snow.
\nI hear her name
\nwhispered
\nacross leagues of love.<\/p>\n
Day, tell me a story
\nabout a girl
\nwho held invisible roses
\neveryday she lived.<\/p>\n
Day, teach me to count
\nsnowflakes.
\nI want to count one
\nfor each person
\nthat ever lived,
\nand will live.
\nAnd for Sierra
\nas many as I can count
\nin a day.<\/p>\n
Day, tell yesterday to return
\nso we can repeat over and over,
\nand have her hear,
\nhow much she is loved.
\nWe love you!
\nWe love you!
\nWe love you!<\/p>\n
Day, tell us to stop crying.
\nWe want her to remember our smiles.
\nKisses we blew from our palms.
\nForever is not long enough
\nto measure happiness,
\nloving her.<\/p>\n
Day, what time can we go to bed?
\nAnd say
\neach night we join you.
\nYou are not alone.
\nWe are not alone.
\nWe share dreams together.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Day, be gentle, such a beautiful snowfall, a festival for Sierra. Day, be quiet. How soft the sound of the snow. I hear her name…<\/p>\n