Kings to fools and dilemma's night,
Harshest words are silent ones,
Yet deep and dark are lonely's strife.
Tarry not under yon window pane,
Seek not to look in unwanted vain,
For seldom does such warmth spread far,
In winter's blast of passion well done.
Still the weary do plod along,
For the path leads on evermore,
Weakest days and sleeplessness past,
All that stir are seldom certain.
Glistened eyes dart to and back,
Look inward as well as to the past,
Hardly a day has ended recent,
When life's full essence blooms.
With racing winds howling amongst the hills,
The solace of warmth in home and hearth,
Aren't the answer to lonely hours.
Tarry not on the busy toll road,
Where the strangers do stare and wonder,
Where the fees are common yet dour,
While the graceful day slips past.
Covet the heated cup filled with cocoa,
Majestic landscape renewed by rain,
Quiet thunder's echo down valleys,
And serene peaceful leaves now falling.
Bare not the soul or tender shoulder,
Keep thy secrets well and hidden,
For the mysterious shadow that abounds,
Lures the curious ever closer still.
Hold thy charms closely and near,
Wish upon the stars in every twilight,
Whisper the names that are so dear,
And give thanks upon the day's last hour.