::..:.:snow::..:.: bank..::.:

a stillness invokes a maudlin air that recalls childhood dreams of christmas eve spires sprinkled in holy waters & thick frankincense that settled deep into innocence’s eyes causing a tear to arc across a ghost cheek as stale choirs sang silent night. tonight purity shines from rooftop to uncleared sidewalk, an ephemeral brightness highlighted by thunderclaps and blue-silver flash, it is a scene saturated in december romance as north winds stir bowing cedars upright. our tiny vigil lasts past midnight hoping for epiphany, but as each tree waivers under blank weight we wait and wait — amen – but nothing appears from within just a flicker remains dancing amongst wax ruins; blowing out this light but a light remains brighter than the blues inside our comfort zone gathering milk sap from a ten-year-old weeping tree; throw open your sash let this blizzard bless us until a dream finally comes to fill tomorrow’s day – and if it never comes, do not salt our walk remembering a waiting diary for nothing is forever whilst living on this side of a snow bank ~

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Posted by angela on 2012/12/20

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