BeaconBe

Be the beacon 
allow others darkness
for they will
find your light
only when and
if they are
looking for it
remain yourself steady
a safe harbor
amongst their torrents
they either will
or they won’t
to the beacon
neither ever matters

HolidayTime

Christmas is 
an odd
time for
you give
new and
decorate with
old Christmas
is I
guess just
like life
new brings
hope and
old brings
their happiness

Ornaments

Ornaments given 
memories received
all mine
hung somewhere
on someone
else’s tree
bringing peace
ornaments are
like little
crystal balls
conjuring up
dreams fantasies
and hope
for a
better world
they never
grow old
just those
who gaze
upon them
they do

Tolling

I have 
this sense
of dread
like someone
once here
is gone
a bellwether
or perhaps
a bell
in some
far off
belfry tolling
I’m waiting
awaiting now
this news
of my
next heartbreak

Paradise (to Mr. Smith ❤️)

No one 
ever knows
what exactly
Heaven is
but if
paradise is
then paradise
must surely
be just
like this