Coming

Christmas is coming.
The lights are ablaze.
We wander through the endless maze.
Back and forth, around and through.
Love abides in every move.

Centered we can feel it all too well,
as if an errant magic spell
had cast itself around our innocence.
Sandalwood, the scent of prayer.
Spirits glowing everywhere.

Points of light that mesh and blend
uniting all the many ends
into a new beginning...

? Michaelette ?

12/04/2002
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