Cold, clear night in Mississippi
In this tiny town
Nestled between the Wolf and the Pearl
No snow on the ground
But that’s quite allright
It’s still Christmas Eve
Everyone’s gone to bed
I’m alone
Save for the golden laborador
Laying at my feet
Sharing the dying warmth of the fireplace
Sparkling Christmas tree
Seems to have lost its enchantment
Paling in comparision
To the star-light connection
That stretches between us
I read again upon each page
The poetic words that flew
From your heart
To your fingers
To me..
Tis’ said
Home is where the heart is
Mine is where ever you are
This Christmas Eve night

© L. Kupfer