I have left a trail of melted brownie crumbles,
for I’ll be tasting the stars tonight.
These fireflies, I see them dancing on my fairy lights
as they glitter in this silent winter night.
Marshmallows and coffee sips,
take me back to a simpler time
of playground swings and snowball fights
and as these strawberry cheeks glow in soft moonlight,
warmness I find in me just like those fireplace embers I see.
I’ll chase the stars hidden in pink clouds
and I’ll gaze into the weeping pallet of a winter sky.
The fog and the streetlight will make soundless music
and yet, I’ll hear it and travel places I never knew existed.
The twigs of the pine trees will make me smile and then cry,
for I’ll finally know of the magic I’ve been seeing
and even though hearts are broken under mistletoe
but passions they smolder so much more.
Half burnt candles and bright colored stockings
slow melting nights and crisp cold mornings.
Watching old movies inside the warm blankets and I’ll smile
and once again the tears will find their way through my eyes
and when it’s time for my mortal soul to breathe its last,
I’ll carry in my pocket a little flake of snow
Bearing a souvenir of immortality,
I guess, that is a good way to go.