Lost In Christmas

Winter's light brought me darkness,
Slight tears in laughter hidden,
In patience, disappointment.
In small talks, rememberance,
In memory, forgetfulness,
And in all feeling, numbness.

It's snowing, it's winter now,
'Nother one shall come and pass,
And yet there is no summer.
It's Christmas, Christmas today,
When shall arrive one message?
Shall your belov'd bereft be,
Of your love; shall you be then
Without singular praises
Again? Not once do you feel,
This urgent need? This virtue,
Whence have you patience such begott'n?
What hold-you, dear loved one,
To yourself, tighter than me?
What shall then to me I hold?