"...and they have escaped..."

they smile, decorated by the cloaks of angels
the trees sway under merry whiteness
and just for a perfect while, the mountains emerge
a halcyon of glistening, as a ray of sunlight
makes the holidays sparkle with their forgotten
childhood joy; sadness disappears for they remember
gay yesteryears filled with stocking-hung fireplaces,
and they unwrap the heaviness of todays and tomorrows like
snow-covered gifts; they are men and women
with youthful souls caught in falling dreams of december —
let them wake slowly to the quiet call of the snow
their heartbeats drumming from the gifts of prayer


“...and they have escaped the weight of darkness”
[2010. 28.12...a]
after the music of Ólafur Arnalds from his album of the same name
A poem written for "a little bit of poetry contest "