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.