oh you, old man winter, you have peeled off all my layered clothing
your frozen fingers caress my skin, with a blowing wind and a grin
you must enjoy the tears you cause me, as they freeze upon my cheek
and you chuckle as you watch me shiver the fluids from my nose
each muscle seems to shrink, with the thining of my blood
my veins labor to keep up the flow, trying to reach my tingling toes
but I have danced with you for many years, and I know your steps
and I will wait you out until the fair maiden of spring arrives

I know my dear I write silly love poems
but this is all I know, little dittys to you
and when I'm old and frail, and you read
these quaint little tales, no they are from
the deepest thoughts from my mind
and only for you, for I am not the man
I am today without you in my life
holding your hand is like touching an angel
Gods gift to me, and I am blessed
I just hope I am Gods gift to you amen

In the five decades that I have walk this earth
met many a people, some happy, some sad
the liars, the fakes, the ones who manipulate
and I discard them to the cold winter wind
but in you I can feel the warmth of someone
who's has been hurt as I have, looking for
looking for , looking for, looking for, what?
our conversations lead us to reason why
without any conclusions to heal the heart
but we enjoy who we are and have become
the others who banter us, are pathetic
weak and afraid of how they've evolved
let us turn their volume way down, to mute
so we can hear the sweet melody that we emit
and know that friend to friend, I'm always here

Oh my sweet argentine, thou beauty amazes
thine long flowing mane, a blacken hue
caress your cheeks, to sculp perfection
thine has the bluest of eyes, pierce the night
God's creatures halt in a coy stillness
thine walks with ease, each step glides
to me she comes, angelic voice soft
thine whispers, hold me, in trance state
smiling moon as we kiss goodnight

I struggle now to remember what I was doing
I can't even open this jar, the hands, old and frail
flashbacks of my youth, a wonderfull time
holds the clock back so I can feel another day
the vastness of the universe, has me thinking
Is there another me out there, a clone if you will
wondering the same thing, as I sit in my chair
what would I tell him, that our lives are the same
every minute and hour since birth, we are in sync
or are there many in differant stages of their life
but perhaps they are thinking the same thing
and trying to reach me

I wrote this song for you, I'ts not pretty or blue
I'ts full of the lovely words I have for you
the timing and rhythm flows like your life
a  melody so sweet, meant to ease your strife
with the hope when you close your eyes
and set to dream, tell your sadness goodbye
so when the morning light shines through
I will always be with you
                      for NDHK

When the  evening stretches out across the sky
and the winds calm with those peering stars
and all these sad retreats that pass by my eyes
remind me that I may have gone too far

for I have taken your love, and threw it on the ground
step on your happiness, and discarted those frowns
I should have reach for you, in your dire straits
instead of watching your soul and body break

you gave to me a love so unrelenting
I handed you a bag of false promises
theres no need for my repenting
for I know your love for me is dismiss

as I sit hear on this quite night, with those peering stars
reflecting in my mind where you are
perhaps in a distant rendezvous I will see
what real love was meant to be