Stocking My Moods Near A Christmas Evening
Whose moods these are I think I know.
My self is in the need to show
I may not want the stopping here
To be all there is before I go.
My little time could now be near
To stop and sense all learning dear
Between what moods of give and take
Are the darkest of this year.
I gave to all who would partake
Or even ask if it was a mistake.
The only other sounds to keep
Are lives who are yet to wake.
The moods are loving, dark and deep,
But I have one promise to keep,
And a while to go before I sleep,
And a while to go before I sleep.