Sleepy In the Lap of Muses

Sleepy in the lap of Muses I saw outside of a dream, the reflection of a Christmas Tree. Distant and yet so close. Beyond the glass yet still near. I saw, its needles of poverty piercing the thick skin of Tory Goblins. I saw its once pretty coloured lights starved of feed,dimmed into darkness. I saw a crippled Fairy, rotting and naked slumped into, a damp carboarded shop doorway. A twelve year famine as a pillow. I saw stars hanging on shortcord, their twinkle measured in cash. I saw coloured candles, meant for joy, instead used to warm broken hearts. I saw the past years crumble, cobwebb strewn,tearfull but not happy. I saw the reflection die, and many eyes closed to care and compassion. And still the Muses comforted me, In their Mother like, safe Lap.