Staring into darkness at midnight,
across the street I see soft
Christmas lights mimic the shape
of arches and windows.
Were the wind to blow, they would stay
small and steady. Only live
flames flicker, standing up to the elements.
Staring into darkness at midnight,
across the street I see soft
Christmas lights mimic the shape
of arches and windows.
Were the wind to blow, they would stay
small and steady. Only live
flames flicker, standing up to the elements.