More festivities fall

under four full moons,

friends gather as laughter

never ends with a glass

sipped by a gentleman,

Cheers! To more!

Love is more than a touch to our hand

As it serenades sweet soulless words

It is two people slowly walking together in

the unknown abyss with a touch of faith

illuminating two faint hearts

Every day we wonder who we will “love”

Next instead we guard our torn hearts

Making the same mess while depressed

Was her birthday, finally 18

Draped in pink and white lace

Independence given as her new name,

Feelings no longer a focal phase

left behind all her meadow days,

though something hollow got replaced

into her foggy forest array,

18 years old began to feel insane

Deck the halls

laces us with joyous

moves…

Like a diamond washed to sea

while many walks pass and

overlook down on sand,

Your words adhere to my circling

mind…