Holly Poem by Aaron Brown

I bask in the warm glow
from the cascading torrents
of captured summer sunlight
framing these ice-blue
diamond portals coolly gazing
upon the secrets of my existence.

Her smile lights the way
as she drifts serenely
along these dusty corridors
past rooms long unused
lying forgotten within
the depths of my heart.

She lightly treads the stairwell
spiraling upward toward
this high and lonely room
where I sit and gaze back
into those crystalline windows
reflecting the spirit within her.

She bears with her the keys
to open the rusted locks
holding closed these doors
leading to the secret springs
from which flow the currents
that become the river of my soul.