Christmas Gone

Softly spoken listless dreams
Summer days draw near
Christmas is but a memory
Dying cold upon the hearth.
Wishing I could live the days
When you were close to me.
Sadly it seems you have strayed away
And have no time to stay and play.
Ornaments shatter on the cold hard stone
Winter days grow cold.
Waiting for the light of spring
I sing to God alone.