And here it is, Christmas has arrived.
So different and so much alike.
Today
I dress up —
all the iridescent baubles,
scented ornaments,
tinsel in all the colours,
and I dance, dance, dance.
A word, a thought, a touch,
stardust in my veins.
all the small things
get me enamoured.
And here we are.
’tis the season
under the mistletoe –
the angel is hovering
over me
and I want to fly with its wings
and I want to spread wide like magical snow.
Mouth singing, eyes staring
on Christmas Day
I want us to fly.
You smile and I light up.
Maybe it is,
maybe it’s Christmas now.
