The lights in the trees are like fallen coloured stars
Dangling from the branches
Though, they are beautiful, I cannot get into the spirit
I want yr presence to see them
My thoughts have been cold
Everyone is celebrating the new lights
While my desire to cry overwhelms me
I keep thinking about you silently,
I just want to go to bed and wake up
From this sorrowful dream
And arrive somewhere else
I know where you are coming from LeeAnn. Try and gather that inner strength that you have deep down. I don't have any lights as I have no tree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A painful heartbreaking read, Christmas is portrayed as a celebration of family and friends but is painful when their are not family and friends absent. I feel this pain all to well. Let's be the lights for those we lost.