(loosely mimicking Edgar Allen Poe's The Bells)
I Behold the lights...
Beaming lights--Christmas lights
The glimmer and the shimmer and their merriment abounds
They dance about our heads
Then they float above the ground
And not a trace of melancholy
can in their sight be foun
For I behold the lights...
Gleaming lights--morning lights
The shining and the blinding and their sustenance surrounds
They ring in the brand new day
Yet do not make a sound
And in their bright rejoicing
gloom cannot be 'round
For I behold the lights...
Failing lights--Summer lights
The rising and the falling and their memory rebounds
For I recall what now is lost
And my head begins to pound
With the thought that maybe someday
their tale might be unwound
For I behold the lights...
Holy lights...