Christmas Dove

Getting out of bed with you was kinda Japanese.

Falling on the floor with you was aiming just to please.

Can’t float on your cloud for smiling at the moon

Follow me down the staircase on Sunday afternoon.

Putting on your morning clothes before the show begins

Dancing forever in my arms embracing all my sins

Sparkling lights streaming from ancient Christmas stars

You are deeply silent as lonely minutes turn to hours.

Off into the wild and blue without a compass to guide

On that transparent morning naked whispers hide

Nothing between the silken sheets of shimmering love

Floating on a peaceful cloud with wings of a soaring dove.

2011 © Dayvid Graybill