Believe

For those who still watch the midnight sky on Christmas, looking for that little glimmer to prove Santa Claus exists... :-)

Distanced in a world of white.

A pristine blanket

on a sea of pines.

The bitter silence

of frozen life

before me.

 

It’s been so long

since I’ve been home

I’ve forgotten

what it’s like to roam

The beaten paths

and starry dome

that used

to comfort me.

 

The sorrow of

my forgotten youth

Squashed beneath

a muddy hoof

Blemished by the

print of truth;

I don’t believe.

 

Yet time and again

I return…

 

Some part of me

remains undeterred

A tiny flame

that forever burns

with hope…

 

That somewhere

in the quiet

Christmas dawn,

with my eyebrows

crinkled from a yawn

The glimpse I glimpsed

was there and gone…

unexplained

and tinged with awe…

 

I still believe.

©culmer2006