Your eyes
scorch holes
into the depths
of my soul.
I'm staring into
the eyes of hell,
but,
on the surface,
I am cool,
calm,
and collected.
I refuse
to buckle
beneath
the heat
of your
fury.

Bumping Marvin Gaye at the light
Mind like an engine constantly on the run
Confused stares through an open window
“What age is this ***** headed young man from?"

Lonely, like the ancient ocean
flooding fast upon the sand

past a fading line of footprints,
ankle deep in surf she stands

casting wishes on the water
like a sprinkling of snow,

light they land but moments after,
melt into the waves, and go..

Home is the place where all hearts turn
When Christmas comes again

The place that draws you through the fog
The snow the wind and rain

To take your place beside the fire
Wherever it may be

And hope for peace, and good cheer
And gay festivity

Year by year the same old words
Of greetings we repeat

But never seem to tire
When friends and families meet

So rejoice right through to Christmas night
And  over the world's dark shadows
Cast some some heavenly light

Keith Wilson. Windermere, UK 2016