no one is happier than the village idiot's blog: "My Writing"

The Icy Winds of December
by john p reed

2007.12.10

She waits in my future
a time when we have conquered
our solitary struggle
Yet, somewhere today my love walks
under the same winter sky
in the icy winds of December.


I wish I could know that
the surety of my soul
is mirrored in her's, and
that she truly understand
that she doesnt walk alone
in the icy winds of December.