Christmas tide sweeps back the night
A new sun rises cold and bright,
To herald a season of ascendant light.
Sky blue shadows reflect the site
Of cyclic warfare, dark versus light—
If not of evil and eternal right.
As old men descend to sleep and night;
Waking children rise up to delight.
Mark Levy
copyright 2009
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