whose surfaces may shift,
may show or hide
the fathoms underneath
The season's lights reveal them -
they glint with their reflection,
they multiply the brightness,
illuminating memories
We'll have no Christmas lights
this year, not even candles -
the lights that shine for me
will be the deep internal ones,
the ones made brighter
as they plumb the darkness,
the ones that walk with us
along our solitary path,
©Wendy Mulhern
December 11, 2020
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