Everlasting
It was the night before Christmas…
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It was the night before Christmas…
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The twists and turns of the maze
leave you lost and in a daze
but just when you think you’re going to win
you have to start all over again.
The strangeness of it
washed away with the night tide
and was forgotten.
Sweeping up the dust
and emptying it into boxes
alongside trophies and wedding pictures,
memorabilia and regalia.
Ah, my love…
Toys for tots and baseball cards,
broken hearts and battle scars,
wedding rings and sordid trysts,
abandoned dreams and bucket lists.
Of all of the words,
those they left unsaid echoed
loudest of them all.
Open up your mind
to the possibility
that you might be wrong.
A seed, planted in fertile soil,
grows roots and reaches for the heavens,
swells with knowledge,
and dispenses wisdom.
coffee,
tea and biscuits,
dinner and a movie,
long kisses under the moonlight,
the bed.
The sound of pebbles
embracing and wishing to
be mountains once more.