Sunday, December 16, 2012

Oh holy night

Sitting in a room with one
Window a back room in any
Low hotel or derelict shack
The light leaks out drowning
Illumination ‘midst a chorus
Of restless souls bewailing
Release from a world that’s
Lost its salvation accepting
A price not worthy of the
Sin the night clamors for a
Reckoning tapping at the
Window like a story not yet
Written but well-read as a
Bright star wanders a winter
Sky trailing wishes misting
The earth in golden fire
Burning sleep from eyes
& pain from hearts gone
Reckless with regret &
Cold with intent lying on
An unmade bed


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