The Curtain

Most every night I bask in light,
But now my life is dim.
For, on this Winter Solstice night,
Your dull visage is grim.

The gift you give unto the world
Is absent for a while;
This bloodred blanket that's unfurled
Prevents my usual smile.

Your light of hope is hidden from
The one who needs it most.
You have to live, you have to try
To clear this scarlet ghost.

I need to see your light again;
I need to know you're here,
And, though the dark has come to reign,
Please try to persevere.

I plead that, with the Sun's return,
I'll once more see your glow
Because I need your kind concern
Much more than you can know.