I didn’t dream of you on Christmas Eve
the gods above are jealous for a reason,
but I woke up and started to believe
that things would alter in another season.

I’ll blossom over you like cherry trees
when solar fingertips are on my shoulders.
I’ll fall for you as gently as the leaves
explore the seas among the crew of rovers.

I’ll share a light with you, we’ll watch it burn
and see the stars when it is least expected.
I envy all the seigniors in return
for keeping me away from what is sacred.

#poetry