A faint ray of light
From the dream land
Drift by the window
And holds my hand
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It's a great symbolic poem. I understand the ray of light as truth and darkness as Maya of the world. I understand winter as the growing age. I understand skies as the home of souls. Truth always touches every one like a dream but our desires pushes back us from the truth and ultimately our souls arrive at the destination where there is no Maya, that is a place of truth only truth.
Since it went away the days grow long The misty sky is singing Only the winter's song.