Counting Down to Christmas
ideas should always be intuitive and affectionate
words awaken old tales in a somewhat natural order
moments around me occur suddenly and delightfully
I keep faith in the sun & shadows dancing all around me
Mashed-up thoughts move in time over a shifting sky
sinister intellect in the light of imaginary greatness
morning newspapers, sophisticated magazines, & science journals
created attraction everywhere for beings who stopped
on the brink of a disaster for imaginary immortality
I gently sing a wonderful song with precious words
fooled by doubt, truth will never clarify.