Open Wounds

Sometimes I wonder
When you turn on nostalgic music from your youth and your mistress frowns because they are too old-fashioned for her
When you use archaic literary expression to explain your thoughts, and she does not understand
When you switch channel for the news, and she prefers watching something less intellectual
Sometimes, when you do things only Mother would appreciate
Would you miss Mother?

Ah, even if you do, your ego would keep you from apologizing

You were once my hero
I used to be that little girl hugging your pillow
Telling Mommy how I loved Daddy’s smell

Yet I never shall relive that memory
For I no longer revel in your scent
Would not even come close to your bed
So tainted
So wronged

Things are never again the same

Moon and Spirits

The moon is bright
On this starry, starry night
Round the bonfire, people are merry
Singing and dancing and cheering
I watch quietly from the side
Too reluctant to enter the spotlight
Yet I am happy, smiling in contentment

Then the breeze, bearing your scent
Envelops me like a gentle embrace
Such a tease
Maybe it is just me, but
Your scent, the invisible embrace and
What feels like a kiss on my shoulder
Become more pronounced, firmer, stronger
Sending shivers down my spine
Throwing me into a whirlwind of confusion
Of senses

Is Mother Nature taunting me
For so often you are unavailable
Reminding me of a friend’s complaint to her stoic lover
Can’t you please me just this one time?
Ah, indeed you are capable of pleasing
Capable enough to sustain me in the painful wait
Before another chance of loving

So I ache in silence
As your scent fades away
And the embrace turns into
Cold evening breeze

The moon is bright
On this starry, starry night
Round the bonfire, people are merry
Singing and dancing and cheering
I sit quietly, smiling wryly
Longing for you to breathe on my skin

Have A Blessed Xmas!

... With Christianity suddenly a true force, the Bishop of Rome ordered, in 137 A.D., that Christ’s birth be honored with a festival. In 325, the first Christian emperor, Constantine the Great, said Christmas was an “immovable feast” to be observed on December 25 – a day with built-in resonance in the area. By then the holy day was known as Mass of Christ, Christ’s Mass, Christ-mass. Since Christ’s name in Greek is Xristos, many centuries later – circa 1500 – Christmas would be called, by some societies, Xmas. In 20th century America this would come to be seen by many as a denigration, but in fact it was just as respectful as the original Roman term.

From Christmas Around the World
By The Editors of LIFE (2004)
Time Inc. Home Entertainment