ANGLOIRISH
11-03-2005, 07:22 PM
Not Be Home for Christmas
md/10/29/05
Snow like the downy wings of doves
Sweep at your window pane,
Tree lights beckon these kith and kin
To cozy near the fire again!
They whirl and throe against your door
Perplexed as they peer inside,
Warmth in their breast and passion complete
Seeking earthly comfort by your side
Alas, they will not be home for Christmas
For theirs is a place in our past;
Their cries in the wind outside of your door
Endlessly, persistently last.
Ever alone in the winter world
Sad and lonely they melt on your pane;
Those snowy souls that once had loved
Ne’er home for Christmas again.
One of my "can't sleep so I will play with words" nights. trying to get into the Christmas spirit. Not my best but it is a start. One step at a time to get back into the saddle! Sometimes writing is a bitch!
md/10/29/05
Snow like the downy wings of doves
Sweep at your window pane,
Tree lights beckon these kith and kin
To cozy near the fire again!
They whirl and throe against your door
Perplexed as they peer inside,
Warmth in their breast and passion complete
Seeking earthly comfort by your side
Alas, they will not be home for Christmas
For theirs is a place in our past;
Their cries in the wind outside of your door
Endlessly, persistently last.
Ever alone in the winter world
Sad and lonely they melt on your pane;
Those snowy souls that once had loved
Ne’er home for Christmas again.
One of my "can't sleep so I will play with words" nights. trying to get into the Christmas spirit. Not my best but it is a start. One step at a time to get back into the saddle! Sometimes writing is a bitch!