When you move between your family And the things you still want Do you yearn Or are you Reconciled with That was the things That don't count Is it fresh in your memory Or do you smile at its Going Content with the fact You kept the human race growing This is life This family This is the way that we are Dreams o specialness Get devoured by truth In the needs o the hours.
Divided I am on this December night Into many a part of unequal spirit. All sneak sinuous, serpentine, and surreal, To hide under my warm winter blanket, There to unfurl slowly, coil by coil, for whatever the new year may yield.