
gifts under the tree, it seems like some kind of land in-
between, known and not, it’s as if
you’ve come from afar,
and
dropped
the love you feel in aspects hearted, they are dreams
displayed with love, and a misty-eyed cavalcade
imparted
ribbons
held together,
just right,
the fit
tight,
with
much light,
swirling in a vacuum
of delight…and
a tender-loving kindness, with a whole lot of rich-textured
sentimental(ness)
bestowed
before
we
go, and
take flight
leaving behind our hearts packaged in love, bright, on this
most glorious
night…
In response to the WDYS #113 from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Jonathan Borba @ Pixels