Degrees of softness phrased in terms of darkness
Glide across the Christmas world
Wherein I save so many thoughts of you.
Each memory carrying a tiny promise
Wrapped so carefully in paper of the past,
Each memory fragile,
Wrapped and held together by a single strand of your hair.

A cold wind of puzzlement comes by;
I draw my coat and tip my head,
Then peering down a distant road I see
Old Loneliness fading,
Standing lost behind a gate created
From the letters of your name.
I feel your hand upon my face, my life,
And from my heart a misty breath of love
Floats upward warming, through the cold crisp winter air.

Down crowded streets past busy shops I run;
A monster clock tied upon my back to remind me
Not to waste a single second here
Where so much is fake and fabricated,
But to save as many moments as I can
And store them in my pocket:
A priceless gift to give you on your birthday
And those other days when you're simply tired.

Captured in this winter night as smooth as silence,
Illuminated by a moon of off-world whiteness,
I see you standing by a leafless shadow tree,
And rush to span the space between us,
Stumbling in my hurry through knee-deep snow
And church bells chiming softly in the distance.
 
The beauty of the night explodes; my senses overwhelmed.
And as I touch you lightly on the face
I feel the understanding flow from you to me to you,
Only to discover
I'm only barely able to contain
The joy of seeing you see this with me.

As we stand here hand in hand
Amid December's magic Christmas night,
The Day comes fluttering by on wings of feather-gray
To put an end to puzzles
Generated with the sun's departure.

A question-moth plays in your eyes;
You ask of me intently:
"Tell me, tell me! What does all this really mean?"
And bending down to dip my hand into the snow
I hold it, and as it melts I look into your face, saying,
"Just like that, I love you."