She collected a cauldron of sleigh bells

And stirred them with a wooden spoon,

And the most magical melodies 

Came floating up. Tunes of random measure,

A rhythm that spoke forth rhyme,

And lyrics formed spontaneously 

That sang the woes of Time’s 

Great feats upon mankind.

And something deep within me understood,

And something quiet flowed from in my soul,

And told me words of wisdom

That spread wholeness out

Into my limbs and torso.

And now, I am ok.

I’m lonely.

I sing a song of sleigh bells

To the pines.

I’m lonely, I sing,

But I’m ok.

-Jenn