Burning Bright (A Christmas Verse)

Spirits burning bright in the glow of fire light, Reflected in the ruby sheen of port, By the crystal gleam of glass, counting seconds as they pass, Finds the day and its’ dominion growing short. Spirits burning bright in the velvet drape of night, Shining on the baubles in the pine, In the stars of red and gold, flecks of time seem to unfold As the tinsel drips in dazzling design. Spirits burning bright, soaring higher than a kite, Far above the smoky rooftops clad in snow, Smiles on lips of children spread as they settle down in bed Dreaming dreams of things that only children know. Spirits burning bright, incandescent, silver-white, In a world allowed a chance to mend its ways, Will the day just come and go, wherein time once more will flow, Leaving fading thoughts of all our yesterdays? Spirits burning bright in a clamour to unite All humanity to learn from what has gone, And put the past to rest, hoarding nothing but the best, Dreams of peace to build a better world upon.