* Spirit of the Season

Tear drops falling through a thousand eternities,

Streaks of ridicule decorating your painted cheeks,

A hundred glittering lights blinking on and off,

On and off and on again …

The notes played one by one, as if they were not tied together,

No, they do not form a song …but they must,

The notes are printed on the page,

But they are separate, apart and sound wrong played like this

Slow down time to catch my tears,

Do what the movies do and capture the beautiful drop

Falling and falling so slowly, light gleaming and giving it life,

These days are so endless, and the tears build up again

Such bitter hurt can only be locked away for so long,

The war on the outside is a pale, faded thing compared …

Compared to the never-ending ever-painful battle within

And the brilliant tears fall and fall,

Catching the sparkling lights and blinking on and off,

And off and on and off again …