A Christmas Song Of Long And Olden Poem by Madrason .

If this life was
for the narrow minded
then all the curtains
left this room still blinded
yet all of those
called of a simple mind
would possibly
much sooner find
thus.

A home is not a home
if all the glitter in this world
did change it into gold
the eyes would turn
and the shutters down
and even all her roofs
would frown.

What if it's breath
was only minutes long
and all the world would sleep
still open would your
eyes you keep
and heed a warning
a soul does need
a home that's warm.

And there she goes
all left to flee
the tears of salt
and sour and misery
the smile that mystifies us
a glimpse of yonder
a long lost wonder
then open up the door
and make this choice
rejoice.

And in a far long distance
hear the whispers coming
the drums that falling leaves
the children who are humming
a Christmas song of long and olden
the fragrance of needles and snow.

Madrason 20-12-2013
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