Maybe Next December..

I'm trying to remember
A time we all believed
When our worries passed around us
We were safe from ourselves
But so it seems
Our perpetual unrest
Is back in full swing
The tiny respites makes things easier to bear
Almost so much that you could even swear
That on days like today
Even when they are cold and gray
Love abounds
Almost so much that it makes a sound
And if you listen close
You can always know
When it will return
Maybe next December..