That shortest day.

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.