Last Christmas

Lines fall into place

A choose your own adventure

In a tragedy

Did it upset you

My bright eyed optimism?

Or just the fire?

For the "masterpiece"

Escaped as if through the flames

From my perspective

And remembered things

Seemed to be ash smoldering

Never read again

But one was reborn

Another flew off the page

It began again

A long state of grace

Lingering to bitterness

But kept all the same

Until I said yes.

With no one time leading there

And understood why

The knife cuts both ways

And Selfish Crafts(men) slice as

Both butcher and steak

Surgeon and patient

With both ending up neither

When 13th bell tolls

So sacred prayer

Spoken in the space between

Broke causality

The proof of it all

Love, God, and the universe

Remembered by each

All Walls Asunder

That stood between me and you

Down the stairs you call

What of things of old?

Memory of a kind forms

In a will to write

With ears to listen

Amnesia restructured as

Imagination

Now the space between

Past and future, here and there

Littered with pages

And Bard standing firm

An age long filibuster

At least for age left

How the story ends

If us two walk together

Finally your choice