The Longest Winter Season
It
has dragged its heals
The
long drawn out meals
The
dark, dark nights
Just
a glimmer of lights
So
many faces
Distant
but near
Crying
in anguish
I feel it too it was distant keeping its distance
The suffering, the pain, the agony I felt was in vain
Or was it in vain?
The dreams the visions
All now what seemed a dream?
Were real, cascading through this mind
The fir trees shedding their cones
The mistletoe the rose
Oh now I so want, need to curl in a ball
To be comforted, soothed from this troubled tormented
sorrow
Shroud myself in an invisible veil
Away from this world, would this be to no avail?
But it helps to be shrouded with this veil
Brings a comfort, security, peace and wisdom too
Maybe not for you!
I am not a prisoner to it
I see clearly, clarity,
Lucidity, simplicity,
Transparency,
I
need this veil adorned never embellished
My
thoughts and feelings privately cherished
No
intrusions, private, no secret
The
world can wait
On
this
The
Longest Winter Season
©
Teresa Joseph Franklin
10th
December 2015
All
Rights Reserved
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