December

Last night in November, one that I’d remember,
I lay in bed watching the stillness of the dark
That sits on the brink of December
Wishing for light from the one bearded in white and amber…

Winter winds whistling the sounds of joy and pain
Naked trees hoping for leaves to clothe them again
Some bleed, some feed,
Some to the slaughter, some filled with laughter

For after November comes that day in December
When the sparkling streets shall sing a song
The feet of smiling little children
Dancing to ho ho ho

Special

I know that you are special
Because in all these years
there hasn’t been another like you
somedays I walk amidst the crowd
and there’s many faces I see that look just like you
but just like driving on the highway
they disappear like the mirage they are
and I’m reminded again how you’re special and rare
knowing it’s the you in my mind causing me to stare…

I miss our walks in the park
And how we’d talk and laugh lengthy in the dark
The moments we shared that always lit a merry spark
Like dining at S.S or wining at O.J’s
Damn! I’ve been away for too long
But soon I’ll be coming back!
If I have to race the tracks or swim with sharks
This I know for a fact: soon I’ll be back
To see my special you!