Under the Willow...

Wrote a xmas poem, with a sub theme of wars and terror, within a theme of loss and love, at xmas 

Under the willow... the poet In Christmas Spirit Sits upon a grave and prays, because In lands of many Wars and terror abound But for the poet the poem is his machine gun and the bullets are his words... Do u wriggle shot up in beauty ? do i bring terror ? bloodied by the night.... or quietly do you lay silent... hearing the song of meadows stir the gentle crisp tread of the frozen snow where birds might hop? alas they know... as the last leaf so falls to earth.... what do you hear? in distant quiet gaze upon the cold of night as the graves might speak where leaves of many lay.... twas just the mice that gathered, in their rustle to endless play..... they carried your heart this day, a yesterday again, so far away as i call them unto this place these my little ones of the dawn and dusk i sit upon a grave tis not mine but yours oh silent night sing me the silent song as we embrace myself with you the winters long.... twas just these tears of frozen snows i lay before the winters heart this heart of yours they bring to me... as i did bring to you... oh silent, silent night this Christmas bright of cold these bitter nights that do not sleep in these endless dreads these places in which we steep under the willow hidden tears did weep the snow did lay as Christmas called the star within and asked us all to find the child.. reborn its righteous way... 

Jason Christopher 

Wishing you

A joyous day, and peace for all, at Christmas...