Thursday, December 25, 2014

No Maps for Christmas

Darkened windows, locked doors,
No tree or gifts - Christmas abandoned
Only candles burning on the table, they're spinning, spinning away. 
Mapping past to present in the lines on her face - tracing my steps into the night.
I do not need a map, I am where I belong. 
Retreat unnecessary, regret spurned. 
I've made it home. 

May Christmas spirit haunt the timbers of your home
Unlock your door, let joy cross the threshold. 
Throw on the lights or keep them low and dance with a new lover. 
The soft glow melting the creases away
Your past can be ignored, when you find happiness in the present. 

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