Shimmering Christmas tinsel kissed your brow
when you bent to pick up your bookmark
Lambent Dandiya lights cast their spell on you
when you pushed the glinting glass door open
Sunday summer mornings wove tales for you
when you dreamt of travelling to lands afar
silver, magic carpet, sea of stories.
Orange walls held you close
and hugged you when you least expected it
Bookshelves held your hand
and entwined themselves in your fingers
Bookends lent you a shoulder
and caressed the worry lines on your face
tangerine, pretty, whole.
A loving spirit warmed its confines
to make it home for you
Beautiful people held its door open
to draw you to its fireplace
Darling elves danced in its midst
to make music for you.
sincere, passionate, resonant chords.
Dear tnt,
When I don't know what to say, I write verse. For better or for worse. Here's wishing you a very Happy Birthday. I’m so glad I know you. You're very, very special.
With much love and madness,
Kindred spirit.
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