December.

Morning Comes..
Mist, Dreams, Smiles..
The missing jig-saw piece in your arms,
makes heaven seem not as alluring.

The day has been long coming.
For reasons known and untouched.
The day has been long coming.
Simply for what they had and hoped.

As the sands of time trickle,
grain by grain by grain.
The Sun spies through the curtain of clouds.
And the crooner croons by himself.

Specks of life stand and watch,
Others join in the revelry,
But most hold what matters most to them
close, closer, closest.

It's time to walk,
an unknown destination beckons
Three sisters by the corner.
They wave, we smile.

This'll do say the unspoken words.
What was to be a cup and no more,
leapt to something from the past.
The day had made his exit

Guess he felt we didnt need him anymore
I think we were ok. I think we were stronger.
God's house had closed. it didn't stop the prayer
Thank goodness for that

The wind decided to help with her gusto
grips were tightened and steps quicker
the smiles were more genuine now

it was good.
it was grand.
it was normal
it's what we had missed.