Hands move
Over bodies and time
Telling the mother of all lies
That we’ll have another hour
A bright new day
But the clock’s ticking
Timeless numbers and notions
While seasons race to an end
And we reach for a new beginning

She sends a silent thank you to the midnight moon as it lights her path. Snow crunches under her boots and falls gently from the sky, as she enjoys the moment, this sliver of solitude amongst the tinsel, gifts, and holiday cheer.

Early in the morning
Late into the night
I’m spinning out of nothing
But you’ve given me something
Showed me I’m born to be
More than my complexities
& false fallacies
You’ve thrown a curve
But I have plenty of verve
In our end
I found my beginning