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In Christmas Lights.

Sharp and crisp as snowy nights
crystal clear in prism lights,
gentle orbs that sparkle bright
shining are your eyes tonight.
Reflected jewels of liquid amber
like dripping rich fondant creams,
chocolate in the deepest hue,
I bow my head to look at you.
Eyes that hold this strangeness well
in candlelight they watch and drink,
forgotten words much time to think.
A bitter pill that’s hard for you,
as fairy lights come into view.
White and gold’s, red and greens,
you simply watch in reverent scene,
reflections in those honest eyes
of baubles and of Christmas time.
In Christmas lights my poems for you
expressed in love, a poignant view….
Photo courtesy of Joey Moursi.


1 Elizabeth @ The Garden Window { 12.09.13 at 12:41 pm }


“reflections in those honest eyes
of baubles and of Christmas time”

have to be the most profound twelve words I have read in a poem; so very many thoughts, ideas and sights wrapped up in those simple yet incredibly deep words.
Thank you for sharing this.

2 Elizabeth @ The Garden Window { 12.09.13 at 12:42 pm }

Oops, eleven words. Sorry!

3 Susie { 12.09.13 at 4:08 pm }

Thank you – that is so very kind of you to say. I think of Hamada all of the time of course but at this time of the year – when I still have trouble decorating the house, I remember so very well him watching me dressing the Christmas Tree and seeing his lovely dark eyes admiring the lights. They glittered almost as much as the twinkling tree, probably the medicine but never-the-less this poem means much to me. It appears a very simple poem as all my poems do but for me it conjures a perfect vision of a lovely man. X

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