Even this shall pass away,
Mournful thoughts on stormy days.
You are gone, yet I am here
Remembering love and Christmas Cheer.
I thought of you in deep remorse;
Then begged for peace to fill my soul;
Then prayed that you please come to me
And suddenly, this flower grows
And here you are within the hollow corridors
Of haunted dreams and empty awakenings.
And at last I smile, because I know –
Without knowing anything –
That I still love
And life goes on
And tears are washed away
By joys of caroling exaltation.
And this season will forever be
The most cherished one for me.
From Echoes of Footsteps