Prickles of needles and drops of love
              veins cascade memories of light
Where the noble heart beats in love
with a ****** universe that knows no betrayal.

       Silver leaflets do not wither
               and no passing season kills the youth
Roots like fingers in sand
basking in the rich warmth of a fire more distant than death

        These trees touch the roof of the sky
to tempt infinity with a definition as tangible as the wind on your face.

Today this day will last until it needs not
the fire will shrink and a festival
                                                      (of tiny illumination)
will spark the imagination of a generation
                                                      (before it is born)

Revels and stories are odes to a gift so precious
we celebrate on lungs full of sweet scents,
the nectar of flowers feeding, nourishing,
sustaining a population of children-not-children.

A darkness not frightening
            but                 Joyful
                 wrapping our eager minds in insulation
to breed seeds of eternity recorded in minds untroubled by
unanswerable
questions

Tonight this night will last an age that requires no dawn,
only sacred appreciation of what mysteries tomorrow will bring
tucked in pockets of night's cloak

                                                        (But Today is not over
the sun still beats and eyes stare
                                     in wonder
                         at colours vibrant and ripe with innocence

Today I will know you and you will know me
So that tonight we will be written ever as one)