Friday, December 25, 2015

A hallway,  iridescent neon glow
Eyes that burn as bright as snow
Doorways beckon, to stay or go.
A fingertip, tracing down a cheek
A glance that's making knees go weak
Desire that turns the bold to meek.
A picture branded in your mind
A dream you thought you'd  left behind
Love is patient, love is kind.
A city, nestled on a hill
A light to douse, a right to kill
A baby born in twilight's chill.
Become became became
Hist'ry grew without a name
Choices made endure in shame.
Thresholds burn the endless fire
Ev'ry weary soul more tired
The ling'ring of the final ire.
Upon that ilk, the finite ends
Upon a child, the mystery bends
And in a babe, real love descends.

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