North Sea Christmas Wish

NORTH SEA CHRISTMAS WISH From out the night, a North Sea cold, reminding me of growing old, each joint in pain, each pain held dear, lest in the end, I die from here, but die we must, or so I'm told. Out of the coming of the dawn, tomorrow's hope, life's going on, my hope's for sunlight, soft and warm, to rid me of my painful norm, Night on your way!! O! Death be gone! Out of the night, from off the sea, as I have mentioned previously, no wind you've felt has ever blown, so cold to chill your heart and bone, so deep as this wind does to me. Out from tomorrow's warming trend, my Christmas Wish--my love, my friend, I hold the glow that kisses me, as dear as life--it seems to be, the touch of God, and not the end. Off this North Sea, out from the night, tis Winter's Hate and freezing bite, The blowing wind, a Christmas gale, makes every joint I have to fail, but love the pain, or die I might. In light, tomorrow shall be less of pain brought on by cold's progress, and I'll no longer wish to die, but hope to see you, by and by, my Christmas Love, and happiness. © Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet.