The Birth of God 1

THE BIRTH OF GOD 1 I still remember falling through your eyes; the deep of longer nights, what love can do; I saw you cry, and living someone's lies, believing every line; the pain of you. I still can feel the warmth that is your glow, your bleeding out, your begging for a friend; as reaching for someone you never know, yes I recall your eyes, they never end. I still remember God was born that night, and stays alive in sweet and summer rain; the birth of love, the birth of dark and light, the deep of never ending life in pain. I still hold dear the locking to your eyes, and all the pain that comes from truth and lies. © ron wilson arbuthnot aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet