It’s that time
When feelings erupt like a sorcerer’s cauldron
And reach out to touch a deeper reality
Within us.
Within us.
In through the pines
The whispers of the hush of dawn
Slithers, slides and rides home its true meaning.
Children’s laughter bounce off walls
Their thrills bristling with expectant hope
Papa battles tangled Christmas tree lights
In a time that every star shines
Every wink
Every word
Is laden with meaning
Every thought’s registered
Within, our hearts be throbbing
Members of our passions mingle
As embers of affection rekindle.
Eneh
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