Snow Blind
White madness blows upon the tempest of dreams.
Coldness born of bitter words chill the soul.
Ice forms on swollen lips; cracking; bleeding, pouring
into dead and dying streams.
Frozen and macabre is this white netherworld
Which lies beneath the snow banks of time.
Impetuous; sometimes delusional are the days
When caught between two worlds…
Heaven and hell.
Captured and cold, shattered and snow blind.
J. Allen Wilson ©
Jailed in this world we hide behind.
But when we let the sun rise into the drifting snow
Oh what wonderful places our hearts can chose to go. . .
God bless and Merry CHRISTmas!
Lew
Merry Christmas to you and yours; here's hoping for the merriest Christmas EVER!!
(((HUGS)))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D