Larch

Sing a song of Christmas

Stick your penny in with mine

We'll sing for all we haven't done

For which we did not die

Rainbow on ruins yet to fall

Gold raindrops from the sky

Mother's blessing as a curse

Before we wonder why

You've gone again

Not to return

At least in this soft shape

See you in another time

Another startled scape

I'll know you with a haunted look

Your laughter dry and thin

Your eyes like worlds that found themselves

At the dusk day could not bring


(Red in them somehow reflected in the black)