“I am composed,” I thought, but didn’t feel
“Of music and light”
I packed away old treasures
Dusted trust until it gleamed
Rearranged a way of living
An internal exterior sheen
An external interior reflection
Moved further away from isolation
Connected deeper to this intention
What trail to walk to reach my dreams
There’s room to grow
There’s space, here now, to know
The essentially essential still lies within my reach
I can let the deepest, brightest rise
Into the world will breach
Cold new winter snow has fallen
Icing on the cake
The trees stick up like candles
For the birth of a new year
Winter wind will blow and make a wish
Listen to the hope that lifts
Can you hear
Can you hear
