Holiday Disguises
For Nikki
Hiding souls behind bright lights
Our sobs are always muffled in a song
Smiles, frowns, coughs, and laughs
Smothered by scarves feigning their warmth
Money slips away so freely now
Store-bought gifts to hide the pain
Wrapped expertly in façade paper
How joyful, now, the pretty bow
Such contrast from summer's time
When souls show through bright eyes
Sobs merely sound an echo from the past
Naked beauty shows her smiles
What it is is how it's said
Each day a commodity for treasuring
Sun's heat can do no wrong
And, even rain is for the dance
Sun's season of our lives
Cheerful, not to dismay
The way things ought to be
Is what they always say
Honesty is lost as season changes
Cold blue, yellow, white lights
For all their sly unfocused shine
Cannot be trusted for our sight
Souls crushed beneath heaviest air
A time to reach out –
But nobody is there
At least that's what we've come to say
Easier to lie in darkness' stealth
Diversionary gifts under the tree
Joy to the world and fa la la
Time not to feel what is not seen
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