For miles and miles I have to go <br />to walk in frozen rain through fields of mighty snow <br />Four miles I have to go <br />to bring back Christmas to my floor <br /> <br />Through meadows covered with frozen white <br />through mowed stubble fields of maize a skin so quite <br />to skip down the hill over some ditches full of ice <br />listening the noises of breaking bridges <br />the cracking of surfaces and hallows after night <br /> <br />No cars no buses no trains <br />even no bicycles were able to go over frozen rain <br />For miles and miles I have to go <br />to bring back Christmas in front of my door <br /> <br />The Northwest blew icy right into my face <br />colored my beard white an early walking after cold night <br />The sun came up through fog and trees <br />I saw her shining glitter beyond my knees <br />on a surface blown free like glass <br />a glassy bright under the ice I see <br />but I have to pass <br />crossed the mirror of my soul <br />for a moment my feelings held on - even not felt cold <br />but for miles and miles I have to go <br />to bring back Christmas to my soul <br /> <br />Only I am left to celebrate with me <br />a lonely Christmas without family <br />only have memories as a gift to give <br />nobody is left to give-away my love by shift <br /> <br />Waiting in solitude <br />to buy me some food on Christmas Eve <br />I have to celebrate <br />His birthday alone until I leave <br />but miles and miles I have to go <br />to bring back Christmas <br />merely standing <br />and knocking at my door <br /> <br />(c) All Rights Reserved <br />Floy Dy Ra,2012/12/23<br /><br />Floy Dy (Floyd) Ra (Floydson)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mirror-of-soul-2/
