Merriment
Take heart, my dear, and good company,
And watch the lights of Christmas
Soften our otherwise humdrum world.
Take joy, my love, from this merriment
And let the fun of Christmas
Lighten the erstwhile deadly drear.
Build high, my dear, your expectations
And burn them to being on the
Flame of the Yuletide log.
Build hopes, my love, from the dead
Earth about you and feel
Warmed by the goodwill of the year.
Eat your fill of love and laughter
Consume all with the light of your love
For me.
For I am not there and would be
If I could.
Burn bright with desire and joyousness
For what we were and are and what we
Will be.
For death is but an impediment
To our love.
Let holly and mistletoe sanctify everything
About them and bring colour to the
Dark days
Of a winter that will not outlast
Our souls.
For I am within you even though I no longer live
And you carry me wherever you go.
Let us tarry about this season and
Laugh
And
Sing
And
Beloved.