The Last Christmas Wish
To cast wishes at the distant stars
I thought I had grown too old;
too often they vanished without a trace,
unheard and unheeded in void and cold.
Yet regressing to an infant state,
tonight I find myself again
clutching at these celestial straws
to rid my heart of fear and pain.
I cannot bear the awful thought
of parting, I love you much;
or to live my life absolved of you,
your presence out of touch.
So I plead in a silent symphony,
lay my life down at your feet,
that you choose me as your only one
and make my fractured world complete.
Like a child making wishes of Christmas ghosts,
I find myself once more
a lovelorn angel whose tearful choir
sings of you, only you, whom I love and adore.
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