Changes

I wish my mother goodbye. She slows down the time around me just as the sun was scheduled to come over the horizon. It pokes around the edge of the planet and sweeps the sky with its light, a magical world of cosmos shrouded in an instant - but not erased, never erased. This time, it is my turn to respond to her.

I wish my mother goodbye. She slows down the time around me just as the sun was scheduled to come over the horizon. It pokes around the edge of the planet and sweeps the sky with its light, a magical world of cosmos shrouded in an instant - but not erased, never erased. This time, it is my turn to respond to her.

I pull down the curtain and land safely, laying in my bed in the dead of winter, staring up at my ceiling and listening to my music. I have found my inner sactum, hidden by the light-years, always open for me.

I pull down the curtain and land safely, laying in my bed in the dead of winter, staring up at my ceiling and listening to my music. I have found my inner sanctum, hidden by the light-years, always open for me.

''-- written 24 December 2009, with the finest of inspirations''

''-- written 24 December 2009, with the finest of auditory inspirations''