A little Christmas kiss,
sweet strands of hope,
joining in the soft morning sunlight,
souls and hearts tied,
as two magpies stare in awe,
far up in the sky.
This day is blessed,
and all that happens will be beautiful.
I gaze out of frosted windows,
my only wish,
so far away,
but inevitable.
Separation is desperate to bring tears to my eyes,
but I am stronger than my isolation,
and I know,
someday soon,
we will sit,
smiling and staring like those magpies,
sharing a Christmas kiss,
in Spring.
