Avatar Within

Where is the ghost of Christmas past?
It’s haunting has come to an end,
All chains are at rest, no moans to be heard,
The menacing shroud is no longer stirred,
No shadow of terror upon the wall,
No restless spirit that cries its call,
For you have come and lit my hall,
With love and laughter you’re all aglow,
And like a moth to the flame,
Burning while chanting your name,
I fly on wings that make no sound,
Towards the love that I have found.

In the deep a wave took form,
It rose and grew into a storm,
Of living things all intertwined,
In a ball that would unwind,
And become once more the small beginning,
Of a shape destined for spinning,
Through the empty void of space,
In a state of perfect grace.

Your voice – it sounds just like a chime,
As it reaches me through space and time,
And brings to life the memory,
Of starlit eyes so shimmery,
So deep, so endless and so vast,
That they leave me breathless and aghast,
Are you an angel in my view?
Or a fantasy out of the blue?
I can not tell your grace apart,
From the painted strokes of art,
Your slender neck, your mouth that sings,
Your flawless limbs spread out like wings,
A perfect form before my eyes,
You bring to shame the very skies,
And spark the fire in my heart,
Convincing me: we are not apart.