Christmas

In a cold, cold world

I taste the summer from your breath

There are larger things

beyond ourselves.

Let’s steal the moment

under the tall, pine tree

and give infinitely.

In a cold, cold world

I catch the drift of lights and lines

There is an inviting point

where we can meet again.

Let’s decorate an intersection

under the tall, pine tree

and receive infinitely.

Let’s trace history

And remember the most ancient truth of them all

Let’s blend with the summer from your breath

And mend from the cold, cold world.