Santa's Sack of Little Souls

Play violin,Play Solitude Play the note of broken voices Eternal eclipse of my soul Why am i still hoping? Last night held a dream the colour of a sunrise the fragrance of a jasmine and the beauty of a child Another year awaits cold snowflakes in my porch the fluttering wings of red breasted cardinals by the window-pane lit candles on a tree and carols in the street Another year i walk barefoot to the Cathedral Another year i kneel Without my faith in God Another year i return home to a silent cradle to a wooden rocking chair which makes no creeking sound Another December blooms with red hollies everywhere But not here Here between the still digits of the clock all there is are petals of withering chrysanteniums Here,Santa never visits and Halloween never ends.