Betwixt here and tomorrow,
in the plexus of belief and reality
where dreams morph
for the horizon isn't fixed: this,
this is where ideas are born and grow,
the impossible is assured,
and Christmas lights
the way.
In the between,
where refractions of what may be
meet reflections of what is,
where memories of yesteryear remind us
of tomorrow: this,
this is where I will
find you.
In this space where red and white
mirror innocence and corruption,
where truth clashes with fantasy,
where the unheard bell rings true: this,
this is where the star
shines brightest.
Even you who only stand
at the door and peer in,
I will call your name,
give you the gift
and you will scream
with joy.
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