Dum spiro spero

The Christmas lights are shining bright
Besides the buildings, thoughts, and dreams,
Through Oxford Street the shady nights
Are craving hopes on fancy’s beams.
The money smell might crock the hearts
Too loud, too blind, too quick to fall
For something undefined in charts
Of a new normal drove in brawl.
Yet fairy lights are here indeed
To spark sweet memories and shine
For other stars to catch the deed
Beneath the skies, on Christmastime.

I keep my walk as a routine
Spicing the path with golden gleams,
Feeling the wind, an evergreen
Refreshing thoughts through winter’s dreams.
The Regent Street keeps the old trick
In glossy stories, seraphs’ spheres
The people’s selfies click and flick
The smiles pretending happy cheers.
At Piccadilly Circus plays
A reality, converting dreams
Sleighing desire in a maze
One giving love while love receives.

The Christmas tree is wearing doubts
For the new vibes spacing the lines,
At Tottenham Court Road it sprouts
A homeless’ camp pleading the slides.
At Primark’s windows karma’s game
Is chanting beggars’ fooling songs,
Denying lives in dearth and shame,
Too stuck themselves in habits wrong.
The antithesis strikes the eyes
Craving new thoughts for Santa’s list
Through all of Holborn’s stylish highs
My walk is carrying puzzle’s mist.

The Christmas carols bring the tune
Of humankind wrapped up in love
From past is rising a nurture
Of a togetherness, above.
Yet Santa’s sensing out of streets
Too full of people walking fast
The loneliness torturing beats
Of happiness losing its blast.
I wish I could drive Santa’s sleigh
Through the pure lands of harmony,
Bringing compassion in the way,
A priceless gift at the Christmas tree.

© Simona Prilogan

Wishing you a wonderful holiday season! Merry Christmas!

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