Underneath this present spell
I fell and felt that you could tell
My hope was in a far off place
Made better by your lovely face
The day I began to see in vision
a truer hope than was ever given
You decked the halls wearing red
I dreamed of tomorrow in all you said
No other Christmas future could I see
Than the one with you loving me
I held on for it all to begin
trying to catch raindrops in the wind
(December 20th, 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...
