I can count 
on the moon
and the sun
but the other 
heavenly bodies that 
appear and disappear 
no I cannot 
if caught perhaps 
if seen then
something as brief 
as a streak 
might bring meaning 
to my life 

Day after one 
day before another 
on we go 
into the season 
put away one 
take out others
so we go
getting home and 
our spirits ready 
dreams of things 
glad tidings and 
all good will
for at least 
one more month 

It’s funny now 
that I’m alone 
and listen to 
others talk about 
how tired they 
are of family 
at this time 
of holiday nights 
I sit here 
wishing that I 
had just one 
more hour with 
mine for all
of the days 
they’ve been gone 

Thankful is as
much of a
was as is
too frequently we
look at where
we are and 
forget from when 
we were so 
on this day
take a moment 
and reflect just 
how far and
remember all who 

Sitting here
and watching 
faraway lights 
coming towards 
wishing but
alas knowing 
not one 
of them 
is yours 
only strangers 
which I 
guess might 
as well 
be you