A Falling Star to Keep I On the eve of the Eve of Christmas Day Between the rain and the rain again The cold wind blows but shows the sun in Its arc through the dark bound on its way Around to be found where it has been Whether or not I end or begin The weather like life goes on anyway II I want to go on Until I am gone To see if I can Not be lesser-than But do something good And be understood To be or not to Now but if I do Go on to do it Poetically Knowing how to be Having been through it Doing this as I Go on being me I want to go through With dreams coming true As the world goes by I want to go too Until I am gone Because I went on III I never knew my father Because he could not bother But he was young like he said Then to me though he was dead When we spoke posthumously He was a hitman but he As a poet too like me Sometimes says what I should write Like I write right now tonight In this poem anyway Here from there to now from then Through me from the other side From across the great divide As we resurrect again Our poetic history What we had in common found Bound by blood on common ground Yes I am mad and I guess This is too but I confess This poetic mystery On one and the other hand Wondering I understand Wondering how it could be Understanding it would be "Lancean" he says to say IV The birds have fallen silent I think they went to sleep Winter enters steadily is already here Foreshadowed twilight shadowed in a different light The shades of the day until it fades away From gold to red to violet as blue becomes grey As it gets older and colder and it falls Only the dark now the lonely wind calls Though the moon is near the sun so soon to disappear Into black velvet with diamonds tonight The night is dark and deep with a falling star to keep Like a spark of hope the morning star will appear Until it fades away into the shades of the day The day on its way out transcends its way in A day away ends beginning again Steven Curtis Lance