christmas 18

29 days until Christmas Eve (again) 28 more sleeps till She is Home (again) a month of turning, tides, solstice wintering again She is a soft lovely beauty i’m taken to her folly and her lands of delight and of dreaming her left eye is the dreamiest in the last it was the right with…

if i should write a book for you

and if i should paint a picture too that showed the loveliness and the brilliance of you that art would be my heart lighting up did you know one lifetime could be just one heavenly day allegria or if i should find one twinkling star one near as wondrous as you are that star would be…