This time, last year
in a cold no-where
all covered in white
heavy snow, I sat...
Listening strangers
noising in another
language outside
a locked blind...
Stretchin my arm
poking the fire
cold in my back
my face all red...
Freezing my past
hoping the storm
would skip my heart
suffering frost-bite...
Awaken starttled
as blocks of snow
slide in the ground
I look around...
We're here again
putting out flames
the fire in another room
your eyes so gloom...
There is no comfort
when memory returns
and looks in my eyes
through your eyes...
You won't see me
not this time
battling the snow
forgetting the cold
eyes fixed on a church
the end of the road
reaching for hope
the door is closed...
You'll walk in vain
against my back
following my trace
escaping my face
playing the game
that hurt us both
a year from now
a year by now...
Gifts will be lost
wishes forgotten
flames will give-up
ashes will rise
after each fire
light and grey
they are the prey...
Change moves in circles
the wind will say
swirling around you
messing my hair
you'll look away...
Again this time
this Christmas time...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an amazing piece of work. I really love it. I like the way you link the two Christmases - and the ending is so poignant. Have a good Christmas! Seán