Between These Lonely Walls

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Holiday Feast

The End

The end is a place

where flowers

bloomed for you

where salty tears

fell for you

where my heart

opened for you

The end is a place

where you once said

goodbye, love

where the soil

became barren

where broken pieces

of my heart

littered the ground

where our wilted flowers

turned to dust

The end is a place

where I’ll grow

new flowers

on soil nourished

by flower ashes,

salty tears,

And broken hearts

The end is place

where I wait

and start again


Christmas Present

open me up

like a present

waiting all night

for you to wake up

on Christmas morning


First Christmas Lantern

Falling for you

is seeing the first

Christmas lantern

hanging merrily

after waiting

all year long for joy

where there was none.

It doesn’t matter

if it’s not mine.


The End


The end is a place

where flowers

bloomed for you

where salty tears

fell for you

where my heart

opened for you


The end is a place

where you once said

goodbye, love

where the soil

became barren

where broken pieces

of my heart

littered the ground

where our wilted flowers

turned to dust


The end is a place

where I’ll grow

new flowers

on soil nourished

by flower ashes,

salty tears,

And broken hearts


The end is place

where I wait

and start again


Christmas Present

open me up

like a present

waiting all night

for you to wake up

on Christmas morning


First Christmas Lantern

Falling for you

is seeing the first

Christmas lantern

hanging merrily

after waiting

all year long for joy

where there was none.

It doesn’t matter

if it’s not mine.


Holiday Feast

He was made of all the things I had trouble believing: a winter feast in a summer country made with lonely Christmas evenings and New Year elegies.

He was made of all the poetry I dared not write:

an unbelievable truth and a merciful white lie

wrapped up in a wish and a pretty red Christmas bow.


Count Down

I lie in bed

counting sheep

watching clocks

waiting for

daylight to

wake me up


I wake up

counting sleep

watching sunsets

waiting for sleep

to take me


I lie on the grass

counting stars

watching clouds

waiting for days

without you to pass


I do it over and over

count the hours

watch the days

wait for you

to see me again


wait until

our fireworks

come alive

again


New Year’s Morning

When the glitter from last night settles, come

home to me, lay down on the warm bed I made you,

drink the milk I warmed up for you.


When the thunder of fireworks die down, rest

your head on my chest, listen to my heart beating

for you, fall asleep to the lullaby it sings for you.


When the champagne loses spirit, pull me closer

to your body, sober up to the taste of my good-night

kiss, start a new life with me on New Year’s morning.


Strip Off The Holiday

I’m afraid to strip off the holiday,

the tinsel, the cheer, the merry,

and find nothing there but glitter

I’ll have to sweep out of my home tomorrow.


I’m afraid to take off the fancy,

the gold, the champagne sparkle, the fireworks,

and find nothing there for you but smoke I’ll have

to wave out of my stuffy house right after.


I’m afraid for you to see me without the fancy,

the merry, the glitter, the sparkle,

and find nothing there for you but an empty house

I’ll go home alone to at the end of the day


But I want you to see me nonetheless.

Here you’ll always find the sparkle,

the merry, the glitter, the gold,

even without the holiday fancy.

You’ll find a home anytime you need one.


The Beginning Is A Place


where all good things are made

where our eyes meeting makes my day

where your voice always rings in my ears.


The beginning is a place

where you make me feel fireworks

where your smile lights up my sky

where your scent fills the air I breathe


The beginning is a place

where all my days are spent with you

where you hand has a home in mine

where your lips can trace a path to my heart


The beginning is a place

where I’ll make good things with you

where your fireworks can fill my days

where all you’ll have to do is be mine


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