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Winter’s Light

I gazed past my porch onto the newly fallen snow.
The wind blew through my hoodie and I shivered.
The winter wind had long ago frozen my nose and feet.
I wrapped my arms around myself and continued to ponder

on a winter night long ago.
When the Ancients celebrated the true Light being given.
A newborn baby lying in a manger
far away
in Jerusalem.

I smiled remembering Christmas’ past.
The light of a child’s smile on my brother and sister’s face.
The smell of a newly cut tree,
laughter,
gifts being wrapped and waiting
waiting
for Santa Claus to come down the chimney.
Would He tell me that I had been a good girl this year?

A small bit of pain stained my face. Two of my left-hand fingers slid down two tiny scratches beside my eye. They had been drawn by my cat’s claws. The room was bright, the light slipping through the slats of the softly tilted blinds. The bright would be gone soon. Thinning; it set shadows on my unmade bed, on the worn, slightly dusty paint-stained floor, on the paint lines of my bright blue desk, on the couch with the old purple checkered blanket. I was sitting on the soft blanket, with the deep ink stain from when I was seven and my cousin left a pen sitting on it, and the few soft little holes where it had caught on the springs of the couch. My feet were browned around the edges and slightly sparkly from the silver glitter I had poured over my floor a few weeks ago. My light blue shorts were sprinkled with drips of water that had come from my hair which was still damp, and gathered up against my neck, cold and uncomfortable.

Pin holes in the cloth of dreams,
Diamonds on jet black silk.
To each star its own legend,
To each its own tale.

Have you ever seen the stars dance at night?
How they shift and join?
Have you seen them glitter and glow.
I have seen them make a little bear.
And the wild bobcat.

I have seen them fall from the sky
I have seen how they wish to touch the earth.

Everyone else is watching TV now,
All in the same room,
A show that I could care less about,
So once again,
I am writing,
Except this time,
I am writing by the light of his computer.
Unlike the others,
He is surfing the web,
Unaware I am writing,
Especially about him.
I’m glad he came back from swimming.
His hair is glistening from the water,

Darkness alwaays
Turns to light
And light alwyas
Turns to darkness
So how do we know
What is good and
What is evil?
It's not possible
To distinguish the two
Evil things can be done
To do somerthing good
And good things
Can be done to
Do something bad
It's impossible to
Distinguish the two
But people still
Stereotype others
As good or evil

Someday i will say i see the light of the sun and the darkness of the moon,then i know soon i will be back with you,

when i see the clouds and i hear the sound,iwill know i am in bound,

For i know this will happen
for the sun and the moon have shurley,

Power of the sun and forces of the moon,
reunit and let the day bloom,

sun and moon reunit,open the gates to light tonight,