Crowed Room

Wine filled fluted glasses crystal cut with precise intention captures the essence of light introspective reflection of the heart and soul once a year – I take pause, it is a continuous process; the potential has no ending

Candles flicker sparks fly a room filled with joy and laughter prompted by the holiday high but off in the shadows prosperity is an illusion fading in and out – I take a deep breath to ease my discomfort; invasive anticipation angst fish out of water mentality

Music shimmers with sweetness harp player blows like a winter wind memorializes Brown, Cotton, Horton, Terry, Walter, Wolf another toast is made in honor of those no longer with us – I weep and smile at your angelic image conjured with ease; a private moment in a crowed room

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