A Dream

Will we ever have a moment, it's too much
To wish for more than that, when we can
Slip away to be together on a Christmas
Eve, so I can look into your face, and
Pledge my love to you again, and admit
That, as an unbeliever, your birth means
More to me than that of a god or someone
Else? And maybe I could find a present,
Something small but meaningful, possibly
A necklace you could dangle right above
Your heart, to give you just before you go,
Before you whisper, “Merry Christmas,”
And our moment's done.


I'll remember that night for all of its weirdness.
Chilly, December, a couple comes by, an old
Guy and a woman, who's young and quite
Pregnant. He asks if there's someplace nearby
They can stay. Clearly, there isn't. Look all
Around. I say I have a manger. It's out of
The wind, and there's hay in it. They can
Sleep there, if they'd like. It's all that I have.
He thanks me, and they go to lay by the
Sheep. I hear her begin groaning. The baby
Is born, weird enough, I'd say, but so much
More happened. A caravan shows up, six
Asses, some servants, and three very wealthy
Men, each on a horse. They claim to be kings.
More likely, they're traders. They say they
Have followed a star to the baby, and all
Of their wealth, the spices and jewels
And coins, are for it. The servants take
Everything off of the asses. The “kings”
Stay a while to gaze at the child, then
They and their servants and asses go on.
The mother and baby have fallen asleep,
The old man stares down at the pile of
Treasure. At last he looks up and starts
Speaking to me. “I'm shocked and
Grateful. Believe me, I am, but some
Blankets would have been nice.”

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-26 at 05:33

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
sorry could have said

alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
yule made me think of yale. maybe the old man could have seen, "if you don't know your history, it happens to come again"