Clarity in blue.

Purity in the white.

Twinning together like long lost lovers.

Long through the night.

Separated by morning.

A final kiss with the light.

***

Knowledge found it the bookcases of old.

Ensuring that survival does not remain only in the past.

Fires lit to be roaring bright.

That the future might have hope at long last.

Keeping comfort close.

And driving out the shadows cast.

***

Pain might be close at hand.

But this is the season of caring of what others want.

Paying close attention.

All so you can purge the previous seasons haunt.

Hoping you did enough.

Just so you can be someone else’s font.