A Frozen Door!
a frozen door
closed by the hands of greed
A Late Night Call!
To many hours spent upon the road,
my return, a most lonely entrance,
times separation has left empty space,
leaving need of wanting eminence.
A Christmas Gift.
In presence of the multitude,
I have shown barring no gift,
For what hath I worth thy child......
And in love of all
arms shall wrap holding thee deep
and yee shall have dance
That Mystical Touch!
Like the feel of silk upon skin
that shivers to the bone
and penetrates the core of my being
she has reached me once again
'Twas early morn' of destiny
on the run of delivery
moth'r nature gave me her kiss
an' filled my morn' with such bliss