January runs into to February with such ease
\nWith the seed of September in every new moon
\nAnd December a dream all too much a reality
\nFor what it\u2019s worth, somewhere it\u2019s always June
\nAnd it leaves too soon on its way to January<\/p>\n
Love was once a simple way to walk alone
\nLiving in what appears to be a one act play
\nA satirical comedy with one actor on one stage
\nAll the world a prop made by the hands of time
\nThat heals all wounds except the loss of love<\/p>\n
Only love can heal the rip in a tortured heart
\nBut on your own there is nothing to pollinate
\nLike the stories of the birds and bees told too late
\nWithout you there is no hope of a new year
\nDecember ends the story of what could be me<\/p>\n
If life\u2019s dream is withheld or taken away
\nThere is no choice to live or die another day
\nAbsolution cannot release a life not lived
\nNor will an idea release the heart\u2019s free flow
\nIn the mind of one who does without a dream<\/p>\n
Faith is hope in the things we do not see
\nProof of the thing that remains unproven
\nThe name that stands heads above the rest
\nIf we can only believe what remains unknowable
\nIf we can only just run the race walking on grace<\/p>\n
\u00a9 2017 Tim D. Coulter Sr.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
January runs into to February with such ease With the seed of September in every new moon And December a dream all too much a reality For what it\u2019s worth, somewhere it\u2019s always June And it leaves too soon on its way to January Love was once a simple way to walk alone Living in … Continue reading January<\/span>