Rollercoaster rides
Replaced with Christmas lighting;
Winter wonderland.
Sorrow‘s burden lifts
With the company of friends.
Raise a glass once more.
Terror in the night;
I should not have driven home.
Rain comes down in sheets.
Innovative thought,
Exploding every which way;
THIS is theatre!
I want to tap dance
So I can do the number
From ‘Holiday Inn.’
A fun house mirror,
Sorting through old photographs.
Is he truly me?
We are never who
ReplyDeleteThe looking glass remembers
Time makes us all ghosts
*solemn nod*