you brought a Christmas tree in from the cold
like giving a homeless wanderer shelter
dressed the tree in your finest decorations
and hung festive chocolates on its branches.

Your photos gave me inspiration
warming me to the theme of Christmas
and the love at the centre of everything
came to mind due to your efforts.

She saw me looking
at the beautiful night sky.
You seem fascinated
by the stars she mused.
They are more fascinated
by me I said.
We understand each other
the stars and I.
They see me as the one
who makes wishes.
I see them as the stars
who fail to grant them.
People think they are
made of fire and power.
But they are only
made of lost dreams
and unanswered prayers.
Which one is made of your wishes?
she asked.
I show her the brightest star
in the heavens.
It is that one
it burns with my wishes.
They are all about you
Doesn’t that make you a star?

two ways
either **** him
or worship him..

~~
You are always beneath the sky
though you can think above all the heights
even behind the origin
and following just after

A bit ahead
just before the end of the evening
a distinct dark and a shadow
caught between two stools

I'm moving between the line,
blessing in disguise
stepping forward,
taking the best of both worlds

Shadows have a sound of mist
within the shadows
and the dark has a light
at the bottom on the line of dark

but I caught between two stools
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

Hold on there just a sec
Why don't I give it a ponder?
For you seem to understand
Noticing how I do look yonder

Just another chance to go astray
So should I then look your way?
Go on ahead with that gander
Let's just see, what the heck!

Yet there's no way I can solve it
And mainly due to that presence
Still hiding those pieces from me
Gently lying them at your feet

Have a small favor, do I dare?
When all's finished my I peak?
My hands not meant to unravel
Thanks to you tasks complete

All right, so let's get on with it
See if this justifies that wait
Now quite the impact you leave
Finding out that presence is me!