codswadle
We are all separated by a few degrees Fahrenheit or Celsius The thermostat is ours
Silent lights Some flash , take shape Boast the festivities Commercialize the season Yet warm our spirits Compounding pleasant memories
I fear losing you in the sea of time A quick drown from an unrecoverable storm Or a slow leak in the boat Leaving me listing too long Either way I pray for a quick sink When my sails no longer hold the wind