Senses collect the data,
process and sort,
conclude that Christmas is coming.
But senses can be sidetracked,
deceived,
led down a snowy garden path.
Heart and mind collect Promises,
data for the spirit,
process and sort,
conclude that Spring
is but a breath away.
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Will you hold me when I wander,
When my cortex tells me lies,
When the sorrows roll like thunder,
When the waves and fears capsize?
Will you anchor me with comfort,
Kiss my furrowed brow away,
Whisper low how much you love me,
Be my home port when I stray?
Will you shower me with sunshine
Under stormy, clouded skies?
Will you be my pier when pressured
Or is your strength a thin disguise?
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 