Moon wane, Nocturn shift, daylight retire, Spread thin, Strung out, exhausted.

So long laid to Waste, now lost, where to Belong?

Pause, reflect, understand, accept, One & One is not always two.

Follow your star heavenwards, Light Ascending, A Sense Of Getting Closer, Just Saying is not enough.

Renewed Vision of Self, born of A Pile of Dust, Like Chalk hills eroded reveal.

So Cmon, homeward bound, fresh belief.

Return, revived, safely Into The Arms of Stillness, Solace In Another Place, less Temporary.

Where The Light Falls, warm and Weightless.

A fresh dawn, soft landing, safe Arrival, Everything In Its Right Place.

Merry Christmas