Christmas Lights

Christmas was coming.
A peace in the air.
The weather was cold.
Fair and crisp was the air.
Christmas lights glowing.
But she wasn't there.

The woman who gave me
my life on this earth.
The one who filled family
with value and worth.
I didn't know how
to get through it this year,
without her being near.

I sat one night, alone at last.
And just as all the bustle passed,
the tears began to fall again,
in earnest. 'Twas then it began,
that slight sense of her spirit
drawn nigh. And a comfort came,
in tenderness of feeling.

Extended in a prayer of gratitude.
Taking all the edges off my mood.
Until the tears began to clear
into a pure, sweet stream.
Wrapped within her love again,
the night began to dream
unto tomorrow.

Holding on while ever letting go.
Glancing out the window
where the Christmas lights
all glowed like star-struck
spirits dancing in the indigo.
Feeling back to where it all began.
Reborn within the silence of her hand.

Christmas was coming.
A peace in the air.
The weather was cold.
Fair and crisp was the air.
Christmas lights were glowing bright.
The cycles of our lives
go on and on...

? Michaelette ?

12/21/2004
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