Waiting For The Christmas Spirit

The magic glorious
Plays on the Christmas strings.
In my opinion happiness will sing
About my humble age
Not worrying for but
Sitting silent, blessing
Christmas Eve for more.
Oh, the shining spangles eyes!
And in my heart at this
Dreaming night,
My lovely friend, now I can
Only wait, how I was praying
To come home again.
Such fathoms and a windy dawn
There a thrush was crying,
The small and silent moan
Which leading blindly
I believe I know...
'Till I forget about the dying light.
I still remember of the Christmas spirit.



02.01.16