You wake to the hush of a
Christmas morning and the memory of the loved ones you miss.
You see them in the twinkle of fairy lights and you have your sadness
captured by the star on top of the tree
They sneak softly into your dreams
And hold tight to your wishes
and in a web of hope,
they smile at you
when you close your eyes
They catch your tears on their fingertips
and warm your soul with their handprint letting you know they will always be by your side
Valerie Masters
very well done with the net of your imagination, and happy new year.
ReplyDeletethey lose their physicality, but are still very much there. energy can neither be created or destroyed.
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