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Author: Prince Celestin
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Poetry/Romance - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11-30-07 - Updated: 11-30-07 - Complete - id:2445131

The end of November is upon us

The month where I felt so alive

The love of this month is as sweet

As the kind on St. Valentine’s

But why wait to cross the bridge into the New Year

When you can have a whole month

The air drunk with enamoured energy

Just indulging you in all its sweetness?

Your entrance, your first step into my life

Saw me open my eyes and see myself

In front of me, smiling peacefully and placidly

Inviting me to walk and enjoy the early winter

As I walked in the silver, blue and mint-green world

I felt all the forces of the world, my higher self

Infuse my soul and immerse it in love

And for that moment, my inner star was born

Whenever I spend even five minutes with you

The star shines because even though we’ve just met

It was like we’ve known each other for our whole lives

Like we’ve met long before we were born into this life

My earthy self, deprived of moisture since the early days

Cried out for rain to fall endlessly so it could breathe and give

Your shapeless energy, with the strongest ambience of still water

Gave my dry earth all it could ever ask for in such a short time

Now, as December approaches, we watch the sky release snow

Little droplets slowly maturing into delicate beauties

Giving the world so much joy and covering it

In a thick ivory blanket under an onyx sky

The stars inside of us shine as the world darkens around us

Their warmth fills us with light and joy

And we need no sun to always be above us

For we have its children inside of us

As the winter is coming to us

We walk from your river to my tree

Along the way we watch the sparkle stars above us

Indulging in the music of the swallows

It is here that we,

Two people in comforting silence,

And twin stars filled with the same potent emotions,

Move not, think not, speak not

We only breathe and feel

The mystic air of December in the snow

And all throughout the melodious silence

We are, we are, we are.



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