Lonely Tree
I rest here by the twinkling tree.
The smell of pine,
drifting through my senses...
gifts wrapped by my feet.
The angel, looking down from above...
I sit, gazing up into her eyes,
wishing to hold my true love.
Candles reflect in the window,
a soft whisper of light
upon my darkened mistletoe.
Carolers sing songs of joy in the street ...
Yet there is but a quiet melody in my heart.
The logs burn quietly in the stove
vainly, they struggle to heat
these cold hands that long
for the warmth yours once held,
...they Burn slowly
into the small hours of the night,
until, finally, I am sitting in the dark.
Gentle snow, dusting the streets
miles away, you sit and think
a common tear...
falling from our eyes
A Common thought...
A Common Goal...
An Uncommon Love.
I stand now upon these feet ...
warm with the thoughts of winter and your company.
I move toward the tree,
so full of light that my eyes
can hardly look away.
I arrange,
and rearrange
each small memory~
laced with gold and glitter,
knowing it is you my Christmas lacks,
and not another store bought trinket.
A memory blessed with Thee,
inside of every ornament on the tree...
but it is still not enough
~Pat Shaw