Saturday, January 1, 2011

New Year's Morning 2011

Cold rain falls
as the earth turns
for another round.

Last night’s cheer
dives into deeper tears
as his wan face
rises in the air.

His gaze is sad;
your sharp tears wash
his watching eyes

and hungering arms
can not  bridge
the thin divide
that separates was
from is.

But this morning
the green, new world waits
slick and shivering,
crying for warmth
and a reason
to go on.

Let me be your warmth.

Let my arms enfold you
as I share my little light
to end your long,
cold night.

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