Navity

Some where on the yellow brick road I lost my heart. It fell from the depths of my chest.

It's all falling apart. Where do you want to search for another heart. Where do you want me to begin to start. The smile of the Mona Lisa is a mythic mystery. A shot in the dark.

Perhaps she is the Virgin Mariam. With a cloak and veil. Too sumptuous to avail a death in your heart. She gave birth many times but to one immaculately. A noble person who is responsible for saving humanity. And that is what matters the most.

Her halo oh so rich in light. Her bright hair and belt wrapped around her not so tight. With her side cheek mole. Her husband, Joseph, was by her side at the nativity. And that I see in my dreams. Her smile so pretty.