Touch of Seasonal Grace

Strangers and family, friends to foes
Brought to get together
By a blizzard trapped in a lunar equinox.
I, merely but a single soul
Amongst a storm of stress, pains, cost
Meant to end well;
I merely but a sole being
In a silent world of eerie perfection
I kept in the defensive palms of Mother Nature.
One lonely house amidst a mirage blends in well
With the lights plastered onto a nightly sky
Stars & crosses hung below the stained glass,
Rainbow glaze pasted on paper
Its future awaiting to the task
Of bearing a child’s mirth.
Joyful paper grazed with holographic designs
Flowing with a jolly spirit among the earth
Seems no heed to the grappling hand of young flesh
It shines like the heart within the innocent.
Only I may remain out in the cold, winter dusk
Merely to sleep in silver linings for quite a while
While the candle re-lit
On a sweetly incensed pillar of gentle wax
Time took its toll on a model sacristy;
Its touch of a golden heart
And my gleaming gray cadence
Kept fully alive in a transfixed animation
By a simple touch of seasonal grace,
Only our strongly-bonded wills
Its flame and my passion
Withstanding in the frozen perfection of Christmas’s twelfth day.