pomegranate seeds

December 24, 2010

pomegranate seeds

there are days

that go by

like stepping stones,

when the sunsets

are all chemically engineered,

when we don’t know

our heartbeats

from the rest,

and we listen

to these tired thoughts.

but then comes the first snowfall.

we no longer need

these forced smiles,

the icicles

are seventh chords

hanging from rooftops,

we exhale

and our breaths echo back,

and our ghosts are all chased away

until the sky is dark and clear

with crystal constellations.

may love always be winter for you.