Red on glass tells ruby stories
of fire fanning a glow flame
as the embers evoke the dame

The flow of ice on winter strolls
sailed on clouds of fled dreams
spaces where a lover lend a kiss

Red wine wins the dance floor
on corners of critical observation
where pawns seek prices to devour

The flow of songs on a fantasy bed
Tounging words and rounding rods
Below the confetti bursted blessing

Love carries a set of confronts and surprises
Whosoever encounters them sees all naked
Beauty in entirety with all its different images
Can be explored by a lover zealous and avid

My beloved let me be with you in severe cold
On the top of a mountain in a hut to celebrate
Every moment of love with the way it is told
Let enjoy the weather of love being  associate

My survival is just dependent on your attitude
Let me take you in arms with never lasting love
Be liberal in extending charity do not be rude
I love you ,I love you my innocent sweet dove

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

We'll see if 2017 is worth living.
Sixteen at nineteen wasn't.
But I guess hope drove me through it
And Tyler.

Here's to coffee
And the pursuit of happiness.

There was a handmade cake on my table
and a letter with immature hand:

I start with this
but know that
whenever and wherever I bake a cake
you'll be in my mind.

It tasted not that sweet
I remember
and she was never to make another
in my corners of bitter December.

I have no other Christmas memory.

There couldn't be.

The cloth I gave it as cover for chill
is lying still.

Christmas eve was its last night.

Not that I knew
when picked it up
and gave it back
to the cold night.

I'm still holding it
heavy and invisible
on my heart
as my eyes repeat the scene
of crows pecking out its eyes
the head rolling on the earth
eyes closed.

I close my eyes
scared life could be so thin a thread
barely holding
and incredibly uncertain.