Only once,
But then once again,
It's a dance
That will end in vain.

See? I am completely happy -
Breathing in, breathing out,
Waiting for the sleeping pills to kick in.

We can leave the ruins or the castles,
We can play and laugh,
And go to sleep with the sunlight.

Let's be honest,
But not with each other,
Let's not exaggerate.

mixed layers of alcohol thoughts—asleep
collapsed—freely replaying frozen cycles of sins
that biting absence of happiness, permanent:
the perfect winter-silent footsteps of a man

They saw Her brightest hour
blest of thy Humble King
and, thus, o'er Her, garlanded
marvels in that once-forgettable manger
blooming in the Holy Mother’s heart

Then the harpings in the manger
did smile unto the Lamb of Mary,
strangely heralding the night-tide
beneath a dome of heavenly stars, a sea of
quiet hours and Mary’s grateful prayer

Guide His noble crown, ward
of that Humble purple chaplet
O Speechless Child, wrapped so in
kingly prayers that never had Bethlehem
in nativity kept, nigh or afar