even the candles seem lonely this christmas
chadwick
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(part I)
they twinkle light golden
blessed through situation of flame
and time
somehow lonely cold out otherside windowpane
resembling all night
holding tighty to each white flake from above
the sky as if night birds lost
wings cold
in here the outrageous is desirable
the warmth given off is simple and small
the light gave what is wrote
played out and made almost merry
this the night of tomorrow's end
what of the lost birds
what of the night songs heard from afar
i just cannot
home still far away like a lonely knock at the door
all the while a simple star or angel desires treetop
i have none to give
so the locks
the chains
the wrapped up doorways
all will come undone
and so i can
tonight is as if apparition
and as dimly lit gray to the touch
like a fogged over evening of lost time
this of course is without a morning of mourning
of a star without a tree
or a twinkle without a single candle
perhaps a bit of softness without a lady
all of which dream of celebration
deserving of praise
like honeybees beautify clover
and the grin
they twinkle light golden
blessed through situation of flame
and time
somehow lonely cold out otherside windowpane
resembling all night
holding tighty to each white flake from above
the sky as if night birds lost
wings cold
in here the outrageous is desirable
the warmth given off is simple and small
the light gave what is wrote
played out and made almost merry
this the night of tomorrow's end
what of the lost birds
what of the night songs heard from afar
i just cannot
home still far away like a lonely knock at the door
all the while a simple star or angel desires treetop
i have none to give
so the locks
the chains
the wrapped up doorways
all will come undone
and so i can
tonight is as if apparition
and as dimly lit gray to the touch
like a fogged over evening of lost time
this of course is without a morning of mourning
of a star without a tree
or a twinkle without a single candle
perhaps a bit of softness without a lady
all of which dream of celebration
deserving of praise
like honeybees beautify clover
and the grin
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
even more frightened to be put out
the little candle never winning
always for tears
blessed are shadows
and so the lovers touch
maybe new to the game
or old to the touch
the wax builds up
as if a heart fluttering
for the very first time without
it is this empty feeling where sweetness
belongs to dreaming butterflies grabbing at the ultimate dance
where the lonely candle in the sky
has provided all of us with pleasure
somehow many of us forget the light
but fully accept suffering into our lonely bones
we are scared to be lit up
even more frightened to be continued...
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
I try to run on
in here the outrageous is desirable
the warmth given off is simple and small
the light gave what is wrote
played out and made almost merry
I've been thinking about you, Diane. I hope you have warmth in and around you.
By the way, chadwick's titles were often poetry themselves.
Beautiful!
Take care, @rollings