POETRY

by
Kathy Cooper

I sense the approaching of a distant messiah

Intent on arriving from a place that's much higher

An air filled with excitement, of love and good tidings

Of times to be glad for, no time for your crying

And when the light moves in a certain direction

I'll sense more than this, it's a time for reflection

Amidst blue smoke, and glittering ash fires

Of candle lit moments and eyes like blue sapphires

You hold out a hand and know that it's taken

by a caring soul reaching for true love and devotion.