This silent night, this night like few
I sit and write , a poem new
About old friends, and new friends too
Memories good and bad, I quietly brew
It started with a morning bright
A face, a whisper, those eyes like night
And lightning struck me as I stared
But at that point I hardly cared.
The years ahead, were filled with light
My life reduced, to one desire
I floated in those pools of flames
they called them eyes, I called them fire.
And then one day the sky grew dark
The face was gone, the eyes were shut
The lightning left an ugly mark
A sinking feeling, Deep in my gut
The years that came, I won't regret
They broke me down and built me new
The pools of flame were now a threat
The fires out and darkness grew
And here I am, in a pitch dark room
A different man, a different heart
The stones of wisdom in my hands
Trying hard to light, another spark!!
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