A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Aphelion
Widen the circle
The range of influence, cellular signal
Fire, water, earth, wind
And the invisible presence
A light in a darkness
A glass of hot liquid that smells like cinnamon
Even roaches die of old age
But never the man with the bag
So where does this lead?
The spear, the mistletoe, the kiss
Santa Baby and Last Christmas I Gave you My Heart
This quest for hope
This unsafe eye with its twinkling glimmer?
If yearning for heaven is all we are
Then I’ll write a christmas list every year
Offering it to the elements and
Hark the herald angels sing
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