Santa, I just want a castle
With dragons and knights
Where I can dream and be
Among the swords and fire
Kings and wooden wings
With snowy hills and sleds
Just a day to dream away
Inside Elsa’s frozen world
From our warm kitchen floor
A Christmas morning miracle
Your unusual cold lips
Sink into our sheets
Deep yet subtle blue
Of everything unsaid
Like old stained glass
I left your message on
These looming winds
Hang dry and needled
Thin skin, drapes over
Withered winter arms
Like that day I lost you
Somewhere frozen still
It’s the end of November and yet nothing seems complete like everything else in life, but all is still for at least this moment.
Rain rain go away, come again some other day.