For our better yesterday
and for this year in every way
shall I imbibe the winter nights
until all these colorful lights
have finally gone away
The cherished ice covered dream
is really no better than it seems
unless we ourselves capitulate
to the end of this old debate
and dress the world in evergreen
I shall toast the spirits past
who linger in shadows cast
on the wall of Christmas present
here and not so very pleasant
in memories that always last
Some time ago we used to tell
of merry things and wishes well
and in this day I shall pretend
those moments are not at their end
underneath this present spell
(December 19th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
