Desire, dreams main theme
this time of year. Christmas has come
Christmas has past.
Memories will last
through a few photographs
and perceived loss.
Dreaming of her sweet face.
Longing for her warm embrace.
Hidden from views.
Secret kept.
No threats or frets.
The mind
does not keep up
with the times.
It’s no longer a crime,
to love one so divine.
Sadness arises.
Relieved by gentle
self soothing.
No losing.
Relative love no longer flows.
inward dawning grows.

Sent in by Christie Kirby
By J.R.Tolkien

all that is gold does not glitter,
not all those who wander are lost;
the old that is strong does not wither,
deep roots are not reached by the frost.

from the ashes a fire shall be woken,
a light from the shadows shall spring;
renewed shall be blade that was broken,
the crownless again shall be king.