"PS-400 Old Poets- Night of the Winter Solstice" by Numi Who

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Christmas topic: song written to "Christmas Vacation" by Tony Esolen ver. Night of the Winter Solstice 5

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Numi Who

I now create music so people can spend time with better company.

Cover Songs on Soundclick: https://www.soundclick.com/numiwhocreativecovers Writing: https://allpoetry.com/Mr._Numi_Who- Books: Numi Who? on Amazon (books) Art: http://wbiro.deviantart.com Early Art: http://www.flickr.com/photos/38154648@N00 Music Videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/wbiro Self-made Music Catalog (to 2016): http://numi-imagination-creations.me/01-art-catalog/wbiro_artistic_catalog_1967-2016_update_34.html Original Music on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/wbiro Cover Songs on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/user-288568536

Song Info

Genre

Pop • Christmas/Seasonal

Charts

Peak #569

Peak in subgenre #31

Author

words: Tony Esolen music: wbiro

Rights

wbiro

Uploaded

September 10, 2011

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:06

Story behind the song

Microsoft Windows corrupted this recording, curse their lousy products. Now I'll have to dig up the original file from my ancient zip drive (if I can find a parallel port these days) and repost this.

Lyrics

Sleet crusts the interstate
A halo on the windshield.
Woman fumbling to light a cigarette
Rigid at the wheel.

My life is nothing.

Faces, amber phenomena
At the guard-rail.
Bursts of anxiety
From the radio.

In lonely exile here
The sign gleams,
"Witness, here I was born."
This is my home.

Each winter I come back,
And I like to imagine
Those trees have trembled patiently
Waiting for me.

What faith I've had
Lies there,
In patterns of streetlights
Cupped by the hills,
'Till one particular bend
Leads to the valley
Like a Christmas scene.
Grottoes of crystal.

Who looks at me
When I round that bend?
And see my village dreamless,
Vulnerable,
A few streets ignorant of anything
But the vague hills
That tuck them in.

Always it seems more arduous
To remember
Why I come back,
Like a beast of tradition.

In terra pax hominibus.

Light of the winter solstice,
Comet that flickered for a little while.
Everything beautiful explained away.

Tonight the trees shiver,
Tell tales of wind and icicles.
So many hours,
How easy it would be to fall asleep.

A cold breath on my neck,
And I look up.
God of my fathers.

You, who guide all travelers
Homeward,
You, who do not exist,
When will a wild comet
Startle the night again?

Light of the winter solstice,
Comet that flickered for a little while.
Everything beautiful falls away.

How easy it would be to fall asleep.

Edited from "Christmas Vacation"
Words Copyright (1984?) by Tony Esolen

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