In celebration of Christmas Eve I share with you beautiful readers my 24th poem of this year.

While Angels Sleep

Peace enters
Mournful song replacing attention’s howl
Timbre choirs of silk and gold.
* * *
Mothers recover
While fathers slumber in quiet corners
Fantasies rise to an awakening.
* * *
Candlelight dances
Over rounded cheeks and lips of a cherub
while saviors dream of invisible wings.