The lights outside

The lights outside are mirrored in the glass
Giving  brighter feelings to the room
Winter sun is falling South of West

The year unwound like string caught in a trap
The nuclear West  overseen  by men  obscene
The lights outside are mirrored in the glass

Mother  made life simple, woollen vests;
With her eyes she shone to lift the gloom.
Winter sun is falling South of West

Once in Bethlehem, love came to pass
Yet good does not dance long  to human tunes.
The lights outside are mirrored in the glass

Like cruel children we with torture wrest
The secrets of the dumb, the ghastly truths
Winter sun is falling down and West

In my mind I hear my father croon
Lullabies and joyful wordless tunes
The lights outside are mirrored in the glass
The sun  lives yet;it  gleamed on ink pot brass.