The Way Home

Little Drummer Boy

The Way Home

beyond cold curtains of icy lace
morning's light sifts silently through
the black limbs of numb trees
when a sudden shiver traces a distant memory
and wakes me from my dream
to air so still that it pleads for sound
rum pa pum pum

forgotten faces return to clear the frost
from the frozen windows of unconsciousness
and invisible arms lift me up
as mysterious hands become fingers of feeling
to wake my heart
with the warmth of love
pa rum pa pum pum

i remember you saying
that the world breaks everyone
and afterwards
many are stronger at the broken places
and so i stand on crumbling legs
to march again in hobbled footsteps
rum pa pum pum

all the roads before me converge
into a single path of hope
towards a deep well of light
and crashing through yesterday's starkest silence
at last i hear tomorrow's child striking the drum
each reassuring beat on beat measuring the way home
pa rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum

To you and yours, a very Merry Christmas ...

Kennedy