Sleeping Through Christmas

Detroit, Michigan photo by Rachel B. Baxter

With luck, I’ll be gone
Before Christmas rolls around,
Surrounded by darkness
When all is bright.

Let the roses dry and decay
At the Virgin’s feet —
Save them for me and forget
While you’re rapt
In wine and revelry.

With luck, Michaelmas
Will be my finale most grand —
Let me pray to archangels
Before joining the angel band.

With luck, I’ll be gone
Before Christmas rolls around,
Asleep behind the gleaming stars,
Embraced by earthly memories
That somehow wandered too far.

about me.