so many shades and shadows
of people past and passed to miss;
so many lights of now gone lives
just shadows now on this Christmas.
and so yes my heart is larger
for having had them sail with me;
still i feel quite a but smaller
i am faithless when i cannot see.
now in the growing cacophony of light,
in the crowd of voices singing squalor;
i cannot but feel lost sometimes,
i cannot but feel smaller.