Christmas Night
another fight;
tears cried in a flood.

No tree this Christmas,
no carols or presents,
angry voices drowning out the silence.
Father, staggered by drink
Mother staggered by grief.
The three rooms in the small house
resounding vibrations
pain and fury.

I sat alone atop my bed
scared into silence
wearied by strife.
"If only Christmas was as magical as they say,
if only I could share in the joy of this day."

But no joy was to be had
no excitement
no morsel of food.

Christmas night
like any other night;
another fight
tear cried in a flood.

Mother crying
father yelling,
cold seeping
pain creeping.

In tattered shreds
my spirit diminished,
my hope ****** out
my heart heavy and small.

I rallied all strength  
looked out upon the dim lighted street one last time
and searched for Christmas
even the smallest sign.

And there it was,
far off in the distance,
a light so bright
it covered the night,
it covered the sky,
and it covered me.

As I kept on staring
into its resilience
my heart began to fill,
my eyes began to  widen
my lungs began to fill with oxygen
and from deep within a song began to form.

"Oh Christmas light
light of my heart,
shine upon me
and upon this night,
sing out the joy of Christmas,
and just like they say
bring out the magic
of this special day."

Christmas night
that brilliant light
my saving grace.

Words cut like knives
that pierce our bones,
summers fade
and hearts collapse.

Years from now
we'll remember these days,
the tears we cried
and the songs we sang.

We'll walk
through the fields,
we'll talk in the woods,
sing a song of our journey
and pray,
we never go through those days again.

But for now
we walk this barren land
wasted of breath
drained of tears,
waiting for the coming
of those golden years.

When worlds collide
all fears shall hide,
all sorrow gone.

Listen to the songs of the trees
Close your eyes and see them singing.
Effortlessly they hum and chime
they burst into song
when ever the need arises,
they fill the earth with beauty
and fill the forests with their
sweet songs.

So close your eyes my dearest friend
and watch as they serenade each other
with melodies.
Hear their rhythm
feel the warmth of their song,
capture the moment
and never forget its magic.

For when the songs of the trees
arise more powerful the roar of the seas,
something stirs
within the heart of the wylde.
And the world for a beautiful moment
becomes young once more.

The stars dance like children
their reflections laugh and play
on cool waters.
The sun and the moon
join together in wondrous song,
and the whole of the world freezes
for just a moment, dazed in the beauty
of the trees songs.

The trees shift and sway
they dance to the glory
of what their songs have wrought.
They bask in the magic of the moment
and twist and turn
moan and creak to the beat of the magic.

So be mindful my most trusted friend
to always stop and listen
to the song of the trees.
For you might just get a glimpse
of this magic I speak of.
The magic of the trees.