I woke up before the dream ended
It wasn’t that the lights in the tree were dim
Nothing dims Christmas except waking up alone
Or a dream that says maybe next time
It was how the ground felt safer than a limb

What light shines while we sleep
A world full of familiar hope and warning
Somehow we remember just enough
We provide the sketch and the brush
Hoping the night fills in the rest by morning

No shadow could interrupt long enough
For my feet or the sun had the hand on the till
I pretend not to believe what is true
And believe what I know is a lie
In dreams waiting for you still