I was in a contemplative mood today and I was going through some of my old things... I found this poem I wrote during the beginning of my freshmen year in high school. It was probably close to Christmas time, judging from the context. Let me know what you think =)
Goodnight, Goodnight
How could this wind
Have silenced our hearts tonight,
A bitter mystery fallen upon deaf ears
A soundless whisper,
With no evidence of movement,
Except in its quiet sting of eager eyes,
No longer carrying the story of our sorrows,
Nor burdened by our mother's tears.
Good night, good night.
How could the moon
Have been so radiant tonight,
To capture the light in our eyes
And reflect our fleeting joy upon this soiled Earth
Which will only carry us to dawn
When layers of clothing generate friction and heat against our skin
As we lay side by side, still on the ground
With our shivering bodies
Forming angels in the snow.
Good night, good night.
How could the snow
Have so perfectly laced the streets tonight,
A white blanket upon the grass
Beneath which lie roses frozen and sleeping
As the remains form icicles that hang down like dragons' teeth,
Afraid to leave the Earth untouched,
And the barren trees in lifeless defeat.
Good night, good night.
How could we possibly
Sleep tonight,
With the sweet voices of carolers flat and dead,
Don't want pillows to rest our heads,
Mom, please cradle us in your arms
As though we are infants
And promise we will be as happy tomorrow
As we were today
Until fatigue overtakes us
And excitement fades away
To become a distant dream.
Good night
Good night.
Goodnight, Goodnight
How could this wind
Have silenced our hearts tonight,
A bitter mystery fallen upon deaf ears
A soundless whisper,
With no evidence of movement,
Except in its quiet sting of eager eyes,
No longer carrying the story of our sorrows,
Nor burdened by our mother's tears.
Good night, good night.
How could the moon
Have been so radiant tonight,
To capture the light in our eyes
And reflect our fleeting joy upon this soiled Earth
Which will only carry us to dawn
When layers of clothing generate friction and heat against our skin
As we lay side by side, still on the ground
With our shivering bodies
Forming angels in the snow.
Good night, good night.
How could the snow
Have so perfectly laced the streets tonight,
A white blanket upon the grass
Beneath which lie roses frozen and sleeping
As the remains form icicles that hang down like dragons' teeth,
Afraid to leave the Earth untouched,
And the barren trees in lifeless defeat.
Good night, good night.
How could we possibly
Sleep tonight,
With the sweet voices of carolers flat and dead,
Don't want pillows to rest our heads,
Mom, please cradle us in your arms
As though we are infants
And promise we will be as happy tomorrow
As we were today
Until fatigue overtakes us
And excitement fades away
To become a distant dream.
Good night
Good night.