The maze is in shambles
with all of its secrets
and mine are hidden here, somewhere.
I found hers and yours is on the horizon
as we reach to find it there.
What is it that makes us restrain from that bond
that you've been solemnly seeking,
because the atmosphere's calling
and the moon is waiting for us to close our eyes.
to pretend it was Christmas
for one last time
before all this ends
and
is
over
with.
