Wednesday, 28 December 2011

This season

This soft grey light fools no one.

The wind

is sad and weeping.

I cling with all my might

to these dying days of Christmas.

The Angels came,

you see ~

they kissed my mouth

why,

they filled it with golden songs .


In a dream,

I slipped

a golden bell around your heart

and told you of the unspeakable things.

Snowflakes came,

leaving silent,

silver messages on the window.

A new day,

and there again

this heart

singing the angel songs

at

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous29 December 2011 at 22:48

    I'm clinging too, with all my heart, I feel so empty once it's passed....but on to the New Year :) with love and hope!! H x x x

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  2. Anna1 January 2012 at 10:37

    H it is lovely to have you back here leaving your lovely comments on my blog!
    What beautiful words, those ~ * love and hope *
    I'm going to make them my words of twenty twelve.
    A happy new year to you my darling!
    Anna
    Xxxxxxxxxxxx

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