Christmas

Christmas

A red chair, a blue couch;

Watching Polar Express,

And I feel like a kid again.

An HDTV

With 3D capability

Glows with borrowed starlight.

All revolves around

This corner of the room:

A lighthouse casting its beam.

And a bell

Rings as pure as sound can be

Dispelling the dull din of disbelief.

I want to hear nothing

But silence

And that sweet silver sound –

The sound I used to hear

When all was magic

That is now memory.

All is magic.

The stars

Shine in the black

With a cold light:

Memory

Of what we cannot see,

Of that silver sound;

And I lie

On the blue couch,

Looking.