Hope of Seeing Santa
In the desert of her mind thoughts flood
amongst the scatter of the stories told
stretched along with the truth skirting
reality or maybe romancing wishful fantasy
Lights of green and red illuminate the night
as curious eyes try to remain actively afoot
creaks with each hourly strike has hearts beating
in anticipation of capturing a mere glimpse
Shadows harbor hope as crystals float
blanketing the barren backdrop with care
but weary souls cant hold on any longer
and are relegated to retreat until dawn
Dreams drift of sugar plums and proof
Another year dear Santa remains aloof
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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