I Want To Stay With You
© Surazeus
2016 12 24
If through the window I can see her face
when falling snow flakes shroud the silent world
I think I may be able to hold light
of aching love inside my heart forever.
I want to stay with you but I must go,
and so I turn to ice in shining snow.
With every bauble flashing candle light
we hang upon the drooping pine tree branch
I give away cracked fragment of my heart
I never knew I had till death approached.
I want to stay with you but I must leave,
and so I turn to rain when mothers grieve.
She reaches up to grasp my fading hand
and fills my body deep with burning flame
that warms me when I trudge in howling wind
and buffers me against the chill of death.
I want to stay with you but I must fly,
and so I turn to stars in gleaming sky.
I can afford no gift to give my child
who sighs, all I want for Christmas is you,
so I give her my last school photograph
before I vanish in the winds of time.
I want to stay with you but I must go,
and so I turn to dust where trees can grow.
I see her smiling face before my eyes
while I move forward in the hollow dark
and rehearse every word I long to tell her
to angel statue who stands on her grave.
I want to stay with you but I must leave,
and so I turn to thread that fate can weave.
I am no Santa Claus in cheerful suit
nor am I Jesus born on divine night,
for I am just one man who tried to live
and failed at it all but giving you life.
I want to stay with you but I must fly,
and so I turn to spirit in your eye.
© Surazeus
2016 12 24
If through the window I can see her face
when falling snow flakes shroud the silent world
I think I may be able to hold light
of aching love inside my heart forever.
I want to stay with you but I must go,
and so I turn to ice in shining snow.
With every bauble flashing candle light
we hang upon the drooping pine tree branch
I give away cracked fragment of my heart
I never knew I had till death approached.
I want to stay with you but I must leave,
and so I turn to rain when mothers grieve.
She reaches up to grasp my fading hand
and fills my body deep with burning flame
that warms me when I trudge in howling wind
and buffers me against the chill of death.
I want to stay with you but I must fly,
and so I turn to stars in gleaming sky.
I can afford no gift to give my child
who sighs, all I want for Christmas is you,
so I give her my last school photograph
before I vanish in the winds of time.
I want to stay with you but I must go,
and so I turn to dust where trees can grow.
I see her smiling face before my eyes
while I move forward in the hollow dark
and rehearse every word I long to tell her
to angel statue who stands on her grave.
I want to stay with you but I must leave,
and so I turn to thread that fate can weave.
I am no Santa Claus in cheerful suit
nor am I Jesus born on divine night,
for I am just one man who tried to live
and failed at it all but giving you life.
I want to stay with you but I must fly,
and so I turn to spirit in your eye.
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