An excess of reaction from the TV to the static Christmas bliss   And the pictures that surround you   Seem to fidget - change position every time In a mess of brightful lives That I can’t deny to see   How I hope you’re feeling fine Upon that shelter While I’m    Still exhaling Hazel-eyed Deep perfume of devotion    In remembrance of your tears   Which made me drunk of endless heights -   But you stare at the luminous tree With a smile that no one else   But the Christmas lights will kiss again And my mourning’s drafting Kamikaze raindrops to destroy all This silence, so sham and pathetic That’s our last fragile shield.