Its presence was
felt,
not for its
height, or its mighty radius branching out in my living room,
Its presence was
felt,
not for the
traces it left behind;
pieces of him that reminded me of Hansel’s trail
of breadcrumbs,
pieces that made
me fear for the day it would find its way back home,
and back home would not be with me in my
living room,
very much so,
that my living room did not belong to
me,
or me to
it!
Its presence was
felt,
not for the chain
of the blue lights that I forced on it,
which shined
through the night, proudly, like a train of a peacock on display,
Its presence was
felt,
not for its
foreign aroma, belonging to a long-forgotten forest,
or for the
happiness it brought to the eyes of a child once passed by my window,
Its presence was
felt,
for the aura it
left in me, that forced me to think of it
as a He!
His presence,
with a foreign
aroma that chained me in an illuminated blue dream,
was felt!
His presence was felt, for it touched mine;
we were two
foreigners in a living room!
* For the mightiness the first christmas tree in my living room brought to my days.