Presence

Presence

Wrapped up so exquisite
Underneath the tree
Impossible to miss it
… I wish it was for me

In Paper sheathed, exotic
The presents sparkle, shine
A gift sent, esoteric
If only it were mine

Yet some gifts they are taken
… and gratefully received
With others left forsaken,
in the wake of Autumn's weave

As Winter's breeze blows barren
Whispered on winds, wild... prone
A backdrop ripped, torn, scarron
In shadows, marked alone

Yet shadows cast from somewhere,
… somewhere or something
With light required, brought there,
from sources that oft' sting

A power we provide them
Loaned out so willingly
Double stitched in deep hems
Dark depths, dove thrillingly

Positions hard to fight from
Doubts tangled, bulbs so bright
Ideas bright as thoughts bomb
… the dying of the light

The freedom darkness gives you
The playgrounds it provides
To find a light that shines true
In tangles we reside

So raise a glass for someone
Someone that you know
Someone who really matters
… sometimes more than you might show

… and toast the ones who are there
Through thick parts and the thin
The ones who know exactly where,
you are... and where you've been

For spirits past and present
For ones the future holds
'midst lights lit incandescent
... lost and found in folds

Bundled 'neath the lights glow
Presents mass with all due care
A presence 'neath the mistletoe
Imagined, yet not there

With stars wrapped so exquisite
For this annual refrain
An angel topped exhibit
… her presence still remains