I have seen the orb
that one of infinite perfection,
challenging the eye to notice instantly.
 
In the blink of an eye
came from infinity to here, 
see how easily I visit you.
 
Is this a strange thing  when a tiny orb
beads on something familiar to you,
and holds your gaze glued.
 
can you walk away uncaring,
let this world disapear unwelcomed
the next visit will then not be to you.
 
can you call it back to your mind 
call it to your vision, I think not.
visitation will never be perfect again.
 
what a gift of  beauty here 
all of the powerful colors arayed.
know you not, that it came, on Christmas day.

© Copyright Gloria/glostarg
 

12-25-2004