I come bearing gifts
Not the tangible gifts wrapped in coloured paper
My gifts are maybe of the ether, concoctions of vapour
I hope my gifts are priceless, they cannot be bought
They are not in the shops, they may be gifts, you have not sought.
I come bearing gifts
My love a beacon on the gloomiest day and the darkest night
Soft silvery light to shine in the darkest corners, extra bright
Enabling you the strength to fight your dragons
An extra support in your times of despair, or adverse circumstances
Non judgemental listening allowing openness and trust
Engagement of ears and brain, freeing communication lines, of rust
Trust, that you will find the best way that you can
A commitment to share my values but not try to force you to rescan.
A desire to share all of life
With a raft and a map to ride out the strife
The knowledge that everybody also needs space
Not to be hog tied in life’s hectic race.
A bag of humour yet to be shared
Silly moments, joy and laughter cannot be compared
The knowledge that we all need to be self fullfilled
Both need to grow to and for the future build.
My bag of gifts is light on baggage
Many more gifts are there prepackaged
Look and experience my vaporous gifts
I hope they are suitable, they are not to be missed!
I come bearing gifts.
