Thoughts of Some Little Things That Molded My Mind

skipping joyfully to a snowflake dream tonight i am five years old again....maybe six Santa Claus is causing me an obviously sleepless night, but i'm smiling the beach is so dead it is alive though the breeze is relentlessly cold, i do indeed feel revived the surprising peace and quiet reintroduces my rare smile to Charlie flowers once again for her i never cry, but i choke back the tears she thanks me by the whispering wind of her listening ear in that beautifully delivered moment, i have no hint of fear my Carolina blues are temperamental the warmth in the frigidity is getting harder to find the back roads smile for me as i watch Queen Phlebotomist smile relaxingly in slumber my soul has survived many facets of weather my soul has weathered many masquerade parties thrown by seductive versions of melancholy happy endings, unbeknownst to me, pours Revivals of Soothing Rain.....on my soul..... MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME..... SO GOLDEN...... SO SERENE.....