Poems by
Carole Giorgio

  • 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE SOLSTICE
  • SHARING THE SPIRIT

    'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE SOLSTICE


    'Twas the night before Solstice, and in the Queen's hut
    Brie paced up and down in a bardic mind rut.
    "I must find a rhyme that fits how I feel!
    I need words that proclaim all my love to reveal!"

    The whole Village was sleeping there was not a peep,
    For most of the Amazons were now fast asleep.
    The Solstice eve party was over and done
    And the duo was home from a night of pure fun.

    When they stood on the porch looking up at the sky
    Xena mentioned she had to go ~ wouldn't say why.
    Then she took off on Argo. "I will be back soon."
    She left Brie on her own, staring up at the moon.

    With the warrior gone the Bard thought she would write
    But along with her lover, her Muse was in flight.
    The Queen stood quite alone on the porch of their home,
    Wondering why Xena picked Solstice eve to go roam.

    On the steps she did sit with her hands on her head.
    Inspiration was gone and her heart filled with dread.
    She had only this evening to come up with a verse
    Or she'd be without gift, tell me what could be worse?

    Gabrielle heard a voice that went straight to her heart,
    And the Queen cursed her Muse her untimely depart.
    Xena gave her old war cry, as closer she came,
    And then yelled to the horses and called them by name;

    "Now, ARGO! Now, DARIS! Now, PARIS and SYLEUS!
    On, COMBE! On CUPID! On, LETO and TYLUS!
    We must not wake the Village, though that might be a chore
    Please stay off of the roof; let me out at the door.

    Xena's voice could be heard as she talked with the man,
    Sitting beside her with the reins in his hand.
    Down to the hut with restrictions they flew,
    With the cart full of gifts, and old Senticles, too.

    As the cart came in sight a thought came to the Bard.
    "By the Gods this is simple, why'd I make it so hard?"
    She did not need the Muse to incite her to write,
    Just the voice of her soulmate, as it breached the night.

    Then words flowed like water ~ she scribbled them down
    And was finished before Xena's feet hit the ground.
    Brie held out the poem she had finished in time,
    With her love wrapped around every word in the rhyme.

    "I don't need you to travel the damp, dark night through
    For the best gift of all is the love twixt us two."
    A raised eyebrow and smile and the Bard's heart did melt
    As her warrior's kiss is what she then felt.

    Xena spoke then, "I searched for a gift worth the giving
    One to show you, my heart, you're my reason for living.
    But I found that there was not a gift worth the buying
    That means more than my love, which is death defying,"

    Tears welled in their eyes emerald green/sapphire blue
    For they knew that their love for each other was true.
    It was all that was needed; it was what this night meant.
    And they shared in their love with not one dinar spent!

    In that magical moment the moon cast her glow,
    On the starry eyed lover's who stood there below.
    They heard Senticles yell, as he drove out of sight,
    "HAPPY SOLSTICE TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"

     

    SHARING THE SPIRIT

    When you think that the spirit of Christmas should last people the whole year through,
    Then remember the spirit of Christmas always starts in the heart of you.
    If you smile as you pass by a stranger and greet them with holiday cheer,
    Do you smile as you pass by that stranger all the other months of the year?

    Goodwill toward all must continue, so just share it wherever you go.
    For the smiles on the faces of people as you leave their presence will show
    That you live with the spirit of Christmas; it encompasses all you do,
    And good that you give as you simply live will flow generously back to you.

    It's not just the lights and the music but the wonderful feeling we get.
    Look into the eyes of a stranger ~ see a friend that you may just have met.
    I'm sending the spirit of Christmas to be with you wherever you live,
    For the spirit is not for the keeping, you get more, the more that you give.

    Although I may not be there with you, as you celebrate this time of year.
    My wish for you and for those you love could not possibly be more sincere.
    May this holiday season be joyful, free of sorrow, worry, and strife
    And the spirit of Christmas embrace you, as you travel the journey of life.

 

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