Christmas when you're ready

The dice has been rolled. The coin was tossed. The petals were numbered. The fate has been written the ink is dry.
All you can do now is pray for the odds in misery's shackles. Maybe a saviour is on his way.
Or,  you can catch the coin mid air, pick up the flower for her, pen down and let the rebel in you roar,  give the penny to the hungry and light up the Christmas tree today, because its how you make others feel that counts , its the bread for the hungry that matters, the thought of her lingering with you that stays.
So decorate the Christmas tree, let the room smell of turkey as you dance to
Perry Como's tunes and be  the saviour for today.

Don't lose the dice though. You'll never know which chord chimes the best until the dice starts rolling. 

Why you never turned the doorknob

I wonder which one will get you first,  that disease turning hearts to stone or the shrinking room,  threatening to wilt you down.

And I wonder if you'll ever know, the door was open and I was outside holding my breath with the antidote.

The Edge of a Glass

You danced to the tune,
Surfing smiles on the waves
Counting millions of sparkling dunes.

I was building a ship
That could sail down deep,
Where the words swam in shoals
And the memories crawl.

And I dragged you in
And you followed me keen,
And you lost your breath
And you drowned in faith .
But I just looked for your shoe,
But I just kept losing you,
But I just hurried for light,
But it was murky blue.

And I reached for your hand
In the haze of sand,
But it moved away
In impatient sway
Like the dunes would creep,
Like the crickets leap
And all I could do,  was weep.

So I Praised all the shadows,
And drank with the bee,
Got warm with the pater,
And cried till the eyes, were me.

I was pouring a drink
Carving smiles in a hall
Till the spirit fell over the sink.

They sipped at my heart
And they took back a part,
And gave nonchalant smiles
My cushions soaked in Niles.

And I hid in black
And I fixed the crack
And the melodies left
And my fingers wept,
So i screamed in a jar
So I got on a train
So i tried to get far
It was all in chains.

And i looked for the oak
But it was slaughtered at dawn.
And it made me choke
But she tried to warn;
Then the shadows,  the bee,
The patter and she,
They wrapped me warm, 
Gave a present to me
But i dropped the glass
And in the grass,
There were millions of pieces, of me.

So I Praised all the shadows
And drank with the bee,
Got warm with the pater
And cried till her muses hushed me.

There's a castle in you,
Where you let in a few,
And none of them ever returned.

I tried to get in,
But the gate was pulled up
So i flew on a sin,
And gave you Sea in a cup.

And i picked up my few,
And wrapped a box for you
And put a terrace, a song,
And book, a poetry gone wrong;
But I just couldn't unwind
But I just couldn't find
But It was just a night
But it was shimmery light.

And i hid it out there
But you were always aware
And i faltered around
But you were too spellbound,
And then it dropped to the ground
And the quarrels were crowned
And a purr was all of her i found.

So I Praised all the shadows
And drank with the bee,
Got warm with the pater
And ran with her to the ash tree.