Could you find me among the red brick
homes nestled in a quiet part of the
city
with still roads waiting for Christmas
magic
on a night like this when only poetry
lights the way?
Let your heart and soul spill out
in fragmented
lines and phrases
imagery that paints the world in a soft
hue
breathing color back into me (how long
has it been?)
Then you may discover the secret
streets
as if your brush had caused the houses
to move
revealing the magic world children
inhabit
existing between then and now –
between you and me.
Your footsteps will fill the empty beat
a tempo of impending adventure –
impending joy –
loose the melody from your mouth
call me
and I will answer.
-Zero
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