is this new year
any different than the last
only in days spent
more
blissful, bright & content
shedding those
distressed, dysphoric wrapped in lament

take into toll
people who’ve crossed your path
asking, wanting nothing
other than sharing laughter

in the moments of disorder and

bring together your
family & friends
remind each and everyone
of them

tis the season
to hang holly
be jolly
& merry too

trim a tree
with red & green bows
light candles for all of those
while waiting for a snow to fall
while

you
the night warrior
darkness your friend
living in dreams
born under the moon

we
the spirits of change
in flight to enlighten
those who understand
transformation
is not to be feared

our voices call out

reach beyond
the horizon
reach for the stars

won’t you dream
of me
when your eyes close

when you go
to that place
that no one knows

where reality changes
and silent slumber begins

won’t you dream
of me
out of memories

of days we spent
seeking shelter
from sudden storms

laying naked

there is a storm
a raging
evolving
developing off shore
rising from the sea
meeting the sky
as far as one’s eyes
can perceive

there is a storm

a raging
it’s magnitude immense
the anger
is not from the heavens
yet it feels

it was a random act
one detached
from thought
one that
should standout
one that
many would shy from
criticize
declare insane
close eyes
or just plainly walk away

it was a random act
nothing attached
nothing asked for in return
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