WHEN ORNAMENTS WAX SINCERE

ORNAMENTAL EARNESTNESS

Close by, ropes of restive little lights

Considerately pulse their own tempo;

Steeped in a solemnity intent on

Self-centered yearning .

For 'what', you ask? For the

"Too quickly" passing years,

(I imagine):

Those that strike with

Tactless abandon;

Those that cross our

Life path with a sour nostalgia.

The deepening earnestness of fleeting years,
Ephemeral halos grasp bitter tears;
The gods of good grace

Are strung 'round the tree...

[Noble souls discern this,
Priceless boughs for all to see].

Written by L.P.-G. /  December 2015