* oh woe is the soul

sometime 2005?

Oh woe is the soul
that knows not
where it goeth.
Whose love has
been abandoned
and left to decay
in the winter
of it’s years
and change
reaches  out
from dark
and dank corners.
Never to know
in the winter’s cold
if the warm fires of love and comfort
will again be
there
in ways which
are different
from days
of old.

I am here for
you my dear and
generous soul -
Alone you
are not.
Live your days
of winter
in comfort and
love.
I shall not
leave your side.
Give me your
hand that
you may feel a gentle touch
once again
before the
embers darken.