twelfth night – January 8


the tree is beautiful

glittering in the

night like dreams

of what I once

wished for


lights reflecting

in the window

behind making

fairy tales true

and the loves

of my life

ever present


a christmas that I

longed for as a

child before I even

knew that it could be



with the family gathered

and then gone

and the tree still


lighting the guideway

to my star.


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