He scanned the early December <br />His mane flaunting in the wind <br />He thought of the future <br />And shyly smiled from time to time <br />He would sing lullabies to dead children <br />And make love to the skies <br />Sometimes he would stare <br />At the seething sorbet <br />He would hug the shadows of the non-existant <br />As his tears fell into infinity <br />-He decidedly stepped into the fog <br />And woke up dead<br /><br />Nicko Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/december-give-me-wings/
