The street is silent, stripped of Christmas cheer,
While through the glass come whispers, new lives;
The hour strikes, I feel, though none appear -
This silent night holds the smiling bondage of mystery,
But also solace, a peaceful respite;
In the womb of darkness, a new hope may form, fall,
Or ghosts of the past find peace, avoiding death.
Beyond these walls, life creeps in stillness,
Within, hope stirs, while memory weeps softly;
Through the veil of night air, connections form, then seep,
As the lights are lit in lonely fleece to search.
So I cherish this quiet space apart,
While outside life shows its multifaceted heart.