Blue Christmas

In the stillness of the winter night,
Where snowflakes dance in soft moonlight,
A world adorned in icy hues,
A tale unfolds, a soul pursues.

Beneath the ebon sky's embrace,
A melancholy, somber grace,
Lies dormant in the chilled air,
A whispered longing, deep despair.

A solitary figure stands,
Amidst the frosty, quiet lands,
With memories that haunt the mind,
A melody of love declined.

The echoes of a bygone year,
Of laughter shared, of joy sincere,
Now linger in the silent air,
A wistful breeze that chills, unfair.

Beneath the boughs of evergreen,
A sorrowed heart, a muted sheen,
A longing gaze towards the past,
Where happiness could ever last.

In the quiet of the midnight blue,
The heartache wears a colder hue,
As stars above, like teardrops, gleam,
Reflecting in the silent stream.

The ornaments upon the tree,
Each laden with a memory,
A symphony of yesteryears,
Resounds through time in silent tears.

Yet, in the quiet, there's a spark,
A flame that flickers in the dark,
A hope that glimmers, faint but true,
A chance for hearts to mend and strew.

Through winter's grasp, a thaw begins,
As healing whispers through the winds,
The azure tint begins to fade,
As dawn breaks through the night's cascade.

For in the midst of sorrow's grasp,
A resilience, a strength to clasp,
A promise blooms like morning light,
To lift the shadows, end the night.

So, in this season, icy, cold,
Let tales of healing, love unfold,
A blue Christmas may yet transform,
To hues of warmth, a heart reborn.

-Khushi Kaul