Red ribbons around the streetlights.
The lights from the commadore theather
are a reflection of the past.
Coblestone streets the historic district across the water
buildings are lit haunting shadows over the water.
Once a year closed streets seem to travle back in time.
Roasted penuts street corner preformers.
Familys togather homeless on benches not all is beautiful and bright.
Sweet city so cold and gritty.
Christmas lights like neon signs call to my jaded soul.
Horse and carrige ride down by the water.
New lovers getting lost in the moment an season.
I sit apon the steps of the old church share a bottle with
My new best friend smells of the city echo back to another time.
Lights and sounds reflect a holiday on highstreet.
Hands held togther when in another life it seems you
were mine.
Cold are the streets carols fill this night.
If only more than once a year.
We could embrase this spirt.
Then trap it for one peaceful day.
The traffic apon Highstreet is is slowing
The festival crowd is fading.
The bottle of christmas cheer is almost gone
so along with the I must be going.
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