a smidgen before midnight and it will begin.
i will stand in magic.
i will light a fire.
i will open my arms wide to beginnings.
i will catch starlight and moonlight and sparks of the past.
those sparks will burn hot and i will toss them from scorched fingertips.
what healed you this year?
was it sudden or a drip by drip evolution?
how would you like to be healed in 2012?
the process continues.
i turn like the earth and baby step toward the light.
the cold is necessary.
the darkness required.
the scars remain.
my phantom heart still aches when it rains.