Christmas Home

       Christmas home? I don't know.
       Maybe, it's twittering of a sparrow
       Or smell of hands preparing sweets
       Or children's laughter on the street
       Or your reflection in the mirror
       Or winter that begins with snow.
       Christmas home? I don't know.

       Christmas snow? I don't know.
       Maybe, it's frozen dreams of God
       That covered fallen leaves
       And your umbrella under trees
       And honking of the latest geese
       And groan unforgiven soul.
       Christmas snow? I don't know.

       Christmas soul? I don't know.
       Maybe, I'm just imaging me?
       Me, that is flying under cloud
       And calling you without sound
       And winding through the grass around
       And begging to forget the tears.
       Christmas soul? I don't know.

       Christmas Doll? That’s I know!
       Staying under Christmas tree,
       Bringing happy days to me,
       Staring pearly shining eyes
       To the presents on my knees,
       Pointing her magic finger
       Through the window to the stars,
       Through my dreams…
       And I believe
       That I’ll follow this path.
       Christmas Doll? That’s I know!

1995