In a perfect place,
In a perfect time,
In a perfect world,
Why would we not be perfect?
Why move away from the warmth
When the fires are burning so strong?
Why struggle to fend off the angels of love
When the air is full of their song?
Let heaven come down from above.
Let angels rest on the earth.
The gifts were long ago given
And each new day, rebirth.
Art work by A.Gouedard. 2019.
On the old piano keys
Jingle Bells is played again
and Jack Frost paints the window pane
with pictures from the fairy glen.
Children rush to look and see
the gifts in piles beneath the tree
wrapped in red and gold and green,
they sparkle in the magic light.
Merry, constant and unseen,
sweeping through the starlit night,
Santa flies above the towns.
The cake and drink we left is gone.
This childhood magic’s over now
but still I sing the Christmas songs.
She gave me the simple gift of a daisy
that shone in the sun for one day, long ago.
He gave me a strong staff to walk the wild hills,
I am walking them now, wondering still.
Both gifts are of equal value to me.
For these gifts, in return, I invited them home.
When the night falls the twins of the heavens hang high above
Symbolic stars in a union of love.
I wish you all a Merry Yule
Leave the office, field and school
And gather round the winter fire
Enjoy the pleasures you desire
Remember though the golden rule
And the purpose of the Yule
Bring your hearts to share with friends
This is the gift that never ends
when a person has a birthday
how ever old they are
you think about a child
and all the gifts they crave
with all the world spread out ahead
wishing on a star
but later on in life,
you start to realise
it’s not about the birthday gifts
you only wish for greetings
from loved ones flung afar
all the distant family
and all the friends you made
just to see them smile again
though they are in the grave
it’s hard to have a party
when the guests are gone away
and you are the last of them
to linger here and stay
you watch the children gather
you offer them some cake
you smile and laugh and bless them
and linger for their sake
no need for butterflies and roses
no valentines, no pretty hearts
no cupids here, with flying arrows
no dear, I will never sing
a praise song to your beauty
no romance in tender words
i have nothing much to offer
i wont buy you gifts and things
don’t expect a honeymoon
i won’t give you wedding rings
nothing here is wrapped in ribbons
i make no eternal vow
respect i offer, honesty,
an ear that listens, this i bring
if you want this, hold it, keep it
it’s for you, take it now
The Dreaming Path 