December 25th Reflections

Lonely but loneliness left
Deserted on the Shoreline
Of unquenchable thirst.
The mist has lifted
Rolling backwards,
Seducing ghost-life desperately.
Singing from cold, broken lips
Of liberation.

I cannot repay you dearest one
Nor God whom I welcome
Like morning sun
Bleeding into bone.

Arresting the darkness
A flame starts to glow
Shadow of Shadows
Lingering slow