Void

The frost whispers a glittering welcome
We hang a wreath on the door
A plethora of leaves and berries
A wind chime breathing in the cool night air
A song to groove and soothe
Underneath the sound is a deep void
An emptiness that cannot be shaken
A final rejection
One last dance
None of which is true
We hibernate
Lie still
Under the spell of the void
Deep in the cave of our design
Like a sponge we falter
Seduced by the vinyl mirage
The frost whispers a glittering welcome
We open the door to greet it.