There were dacncing bears
and painted wings
things I almost remember
once upon a december

maybe winter has passed
spring has provided
the budding of new leaves
but my heart still remembers

dancing bears provide
a bit of insight
to my hearts memories
that my mind can not recall

but the dancing bears
need not remind
everything that has been
everything that once was

as long as my mind
remembers how to listen
when my heart speaks
words remain unnecessary

for communication
between heart and soul
is vital to keeping sanity
in a clouded sky.

clouded skies that rain
strike
in a land of
facaded peace

jolly wishes
fall on deaf ears
as sound is illuminated
by diminishing candle