Be careful what you whisper in her ear at night

Be careful what you whisper in her ear at night
She might be dreaming, she might.
She may be idle she may be wild
And if her body is light
Riding reindeers through the night
Be careful what you whisper in the night
Words fork like lightning, words sink like stones
In that place she only knows
Asleep in the back shadowed by the height
Of a granite stone, a shelter from the storm
[On the leeward side]
There is elbowroom, just, to imagine things
To whisper to her at night