The "season"reached for its inevitable zenith
Electronic friends fall silent
Called to all forms of sacred observation
What then will I celebrate?
Heightened senses stumble in the void
Attuned to each nuance
Connection to community ebbs
Giving rise to questions of authenticity
But wait, there you are........
Life symbolized by a hotel carpet of green...
There was room at this inn!
Within the warm embrace of this foreign refuge
A newly found apple tree wood pen (wand)
Conjures a heart's delight
Green polished apple wood
Weaving silken words
That glide across the page
Tethered to my heart
With gossamer threads.
Images stabbing upon the blank screen
Christmas' - Past, Present, Future?
No matter where you currently reside
Nor from placement upon time's illusory spectrum
Can you hide
From the limitless reach
Of my love drenched heart
Join me there in a mystical forest
Scattered beneath the windswept canopy
Are all forms of life's gifts....
I hold up agony's abyss
Soul-quaking ecstasy
Profound betrayal
The delirious delight
Of a heart
Newly kissed
Blinding rage
A shame so pervasive
It wants nothing more
Than to consume itself
Before it is seen.
Unbridled laughter
That shakes bones and marrow
Until they plead for arrest
So then;
I will celebrate......
From all my heart.....
I love you all
I cannot miss you
You were never gone.
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