Cold December Eyes
I was lost in the woods of winter’s wrath
In cold November
When I met a woman whose eyes were like
Cold December
She sang songs of woe and songs of misery,
She sang bittersweet
She played with words and made up rhymes,
She did this many times
Many times
Empty lines
Many times
I sat beside a fire blowing on an ember
This I remember
A tree had sprouted in my mind, a tree
That grew and grew
For long I could not see the knotted tree,
Or taste the deadly dew
But while I dozed I dreamed and dreamed,
Of falling stars
And the tree whose boughs were blowing
In the wind
It did bend
When I woke there she stood, like the tree
From my dream
She sang a song, and I hummed along
In years bygone
Forever will I remember that cold November
And those eyes
Those cold December eyes that haunt me still
