Happy Christmas...War is not over.

Happy Christmas...War is not over.

Set fair the road

Its ending far from done

Dipping below the horizon

Lost in heat haze

As the destination

Becomes less clear

With every faltered step

We are pilgrims

Voyagers

Undiscovered selves

Walking into sunsets

Holding hands at midnight

Beneath discontinued stars

Slipping head first

Into stories

We tell ourselves

Becoming truths

We gather on the way.

As pilgrims

We were written

As lovers we were bold

Enough to lie

In Elysian fields

And bathe in golden

Shimmering seas

Fly blindly into the sun

In search of angels

Who never needed wings

As pilgrims

Ancient ghosts

Haunting the ruins

Of one another’s dreams

That never knew an end

Or sought a meaning

Until the divinity

Of life

Became the deepest

Darkest secrets

We were ever told.