Quick daylight leaving; Tumbling darkness; Cold wind batters the shutters; Candle flickers; Fireplace crackling with bright heat; Dancing shadows against the walls; Song of the long night; Red and green decor; Women with hoods and gloves; Druid dream surround; Met with Christian mood; Mankind's combination Of spirit and mystical. Long night fills the soul.
My Christmas decoration To adorn my hall; While the tree lights the den; The cookies lay upon the plate; The ribbons scatter on the floor; Lights glitter about inside and out. Children run and chatter about the Christmas cheer. Angel wings and halo firmly rest upon the blessed. The message sent.
Seems like a day to wash away scares; Seems like a day to relieve cares; Seems like a day to drift on clouds; Seems like a possibility; Just to be, to behave without despair. A cooling, resting , no care December day.
A space with no relief; Not there yet; Not a time to anticipate; Nothing has the strength to move; A grey between the floor and ground; Where shadows hide; No feeling comes; How to budge to the glow; No feeling left except low. How to feel the life loved. Just crawling round the grey.
Turned away, No more say, Just leave. Deep red hues Busting over hills. Leaves pulled by rain. Autumn tune of vibrant life and dying all at once. Train's whistle in distance. No more words to say. Just leave. Let me be. Let it be.
Time whipped into a lacy dress. About ankles with an upturned face. Short cut curls and hanging veil. Upturned face with glowing smile. Handsome man in morning suit With gloved hand holding the laced arm. Wedding cake delicately held. Now, a dream of the past black and white. Another with gown sweeping at the ground. Long blonde hair held up in pins. A man in dress mess grinning down. Walking beneath arched swords. Glossy in color within a book. Tomorrow a low dipped gown. A knowing smile. A quick little service With a loud wild party. Just how it is.