"At the deepest time of year"

Decembering Remembering first Christmas of my afterlife I wish I could go home for Christmas but Home has slipped away From always to forever I said I would someday no matter what But now my someday Has slipped away to never You do not remember me do you? All those poems to you Went past or went through you Now not who you were You never were her And I know now I never knew you Singing my songs in a strange land I feel like a fool all alone But by singing I understand What other strangers might have known Who sang alone feeling like this In the hope of a stranger's kiss Decembering Life stubbornly persists Remembering Love quietly insists At the deepest time of year Life and love are now and here If they are anywhere Decembering As caring not I care Remembering +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX