5On a brightly lit stage I stood alone
Clutching a cold black microphone
I took a deep breath and began to sing
As into one simple phrase I poured my everything
Resting in a chair with your viola at your side
You gazed up at me with overwhelming pride
And though I knew it not, as I held the final note
It resounded through your heart and awakened a special hope
The performance having ended, I made my way to the door
When suddenly a golden light I'd encountered only once before
Illuminated the entrance — I looked up to see
Your intense yellow eyes staring back at me
You tried to convey the inexplicable joy
That I'd imparted to you when I sang that day
Which, though I tried, I could not comprehend
I only knew that in you I had found a true friend
So many years later — was it all too good to be true?
Must I spend yet another Christmas without you?
Yet each time I hear you, I know our friendship is still alive
Though I stumble blindly while you run and hide
I anticipate the moment when again I will say,
"Come now, won't you sing with us on this joyous holiday?"
I can visualise us breaching the distance between
When we make Christmas music together again
Celebrating the joyous birth of our Lord
My dreams fulfilled, your heart restored
Amid bright lights and Nativity scenes
Dancing together while the carolers sing
This Christmas I wish that we would someday be
An essential part of an incredibly loving family
Possibly with countless members — but namely these three:
Our Lord Jesus Christ …
you …
… and me.
Dedicated to Spencer.
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