Tis’ the shortest day
And the longest night
And the year, is turning black
A glance behind
One last look
There is no turning back
But yet
Within this changing year
A light shines in the sky
The faintest glimpse
Of simple dreams
Is lit within your eye
A hope, a chance
A redrawn script
A line scratched in the sand
A question mark
Un-finished tales
Is that a reaching hand
This shortest day
And longest night
This year of might have been
Could be, yet be
The new begin
The start, of another dream.