There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats o'er the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings un-hallowed and old.

There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sin's turning flight.
And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule- altar fungous and white.

To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the sick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark, from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.

( Sonnet )*

Someday, soon I will sail a boat,
Away from all the modern seas,
I shall be cast aside, with wind,
The four corners, all calamities.

And gentle waves will carry me
Afar, sailing lost under the stars,
To live in dreamy breaths happily
And never wake, forever slumber,

Free as ocean birds, downy gliding
With currents that are leading true,
To the domes, new heavens hiding,
This is my plan, my soul to renew.

Farewell, fated blue world spinning;
I'm off a rocker, for lofty beginnings.

If by chance I were to run into you,
Flood gates would break inside of me, never letting you know, that all of the feelings I have for you never left, you see.
They remain close and true, and soon to be bottled up for someone else to drink.
But as for now I go my way, with a brief glance and remembrance to never leave my heart astray.

©A. Harris

Always remember....

When life is a struggle
And everything is ****,
Make like a Dung Beetle;
Just learn to roll with it!

                                          ....Life will get better!

Waiting for the sunrise
In the darkness

Darkness is within me
Is too dangerous than external world

Life thought me I can press you
As much as I can such that you
Will be depressed

But, I wanted to show how strong I am.