silent and green and shimmering

With not even the wind to be heard so high where it lives

While in my home my lazy man parsley,

christmas tree was glimmering

all yellow and green, blue and soft red

The dog lay in his spot with an eye always open,

But on this christmas night his legs paddled,

and kicked as if he were swimming a far off blue ocean

An empty mug sat by my side, it was once filled with coffee

my fifth cup was gone, only the dark sands left in the bottom

and I did feel that rare glow, of the past and present stirring,

And I tread through old memory, and felt glad, and all were asleep, but me, on Christmas night.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3839891&forum_id=2#35002238)