True As Gold
Christmas leaves its mark on me
As I upon this page
Here remains a lingering hope
To know another age
Upon my chest, I bear the past
An empty glass to fill
Soon shall rise the truest heart
Sweet love, grow deeper still
Yet remains a hopeful sigh
Soon brighter days to come
All shall lie as pure and true
The heart shall sound a drum
Dawn shall find me on my knees
My face pressed to the earth
The dew upon the grass, my tears
Great light, make thy birth
Come breath of life, come air so sweet
Light the eyes to see
Raise the veil of purest gold
May all truth come to be
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2010
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