Wizards of winter

Wizards of winter
As high as the morning comes
In love songs of frosty tinter
And golden-red glinting fathoms
Drift flowers of gathering sky
Through the clouds of time
When dawn comes again high
After twilight’s icily rime

Wizards of the northern lights
Curving and glowing on
Through the dim evening and nights
Until beam dreams are gone
Like mirroring run on a lake
With memorable moments of glow
Those into your dreams still awake
Every yesterday that had to go

Wizards of dream twinkling stars
Those, which are far away there
The Milky Way glistening isobars
Circling round from here to there
Everything from the moon beautiful
Strangeness of bluish forest gleam
Where everything is still possible
From reality to strangest of dream