Above the crimson blaze lies a tale beneath the hung frame
Buttercup toned pelages tied to one perambulating beneath stardust
Four-beat gaits journey through the pine forests with psithurism swaying to an unfound memory lane
Guided by fairy lights cascading through frosted flowers to a new found trust
Met with a white wrapped backwood town stripped to its bare bone
Yet struck with an adorned bokeh of flamboyant lights
Light pierced possibility with a captured sting of a picturesque home
The pads journeyed upon outlandish wet pavements which are merrily bright
Beyond the outskirts her head tilted at the scintillated chorus lines, balters, and joyful threads transpired at heart
A window caught it’s twinkling eye
A gift of open doors that will be the spark to a start
From a wooden porch to benevolent arms embracing it high
A chill once emanating from the earth was gusted with the crackling hearths of love
Downpours became the most soothing sounds
A mapped, swaying hand lingered across with brushes of a stringed glove
Eyelids clipped in apricity and catharsis for what they had found
Breathing softly as they slumber
Recurring dreams are brewed
All that grew beyond their conscious awareness seemed to freeze
A million tomorrows will arise from traveling through each morning dew
Sweet reminders of shimmyings stain on the winter night they imprinted their story all over that one shall eternally never seize
