The Christmas Saga

A cold bright night in December,
Silent night as the legend says,
Something in life to remember,
Love has its own different ways,
Speeding up in my dad's old car,
Starry skies that had us covered
The first time I tried a cigar.
Where the lanterns were lowered,
A sojourn for a kiss to share,
Out in the woods, held our hands,
About midnight but with less fear,
Memories made on the bare sands.
On the return, a crush so loud-
Time passed but like a million year
A tree we hit, for life we fought,
The pain that's difficult to bear-
Out of the car, a hand's distance we lay,
No wind blew but brighter than the Christmas
My voice lost in a distant bay,
Jesus, so my mind it came to pass.
A glimpse said blood everywhere,
Still she lay except for the blood,
In her beautiful face, body lying there,
And looked like covered with a hood.
Crawled towards her with pain,
With tears, held her in my chest,
As if hit on a fresh wound, came the rain,
Wondered if I had done my best-
Gone are the deaths, but not the love
Held her tightly as if life giving,
Dead was written in the skies above,
She tried a smile as she was leaving.
A choir, as she died, at midnight,
From a distant, silent night, holy night...