The Road in Winter

My name is ‘Wisdom born on the day of Christmas’

What are protracted roads less travelled
Winding roads less preferred
Raining upon the heart
Marred by soil and sand
This time the road in winter
Leads to the path of gold

To each road darkened lights
To each road dreams and sunlight
Snowing upon the body
Thickened by valour and might
This time the road in winter
Leads to the path of gold

Forsaking what slurs behind
O, roads narrate journeys trodden on
O, roads wide and countless
Emptiness in nightmares
Happens before Christmas
This time the road in winter
Leads to the path of gold

For even this road, to me
Is a vista of hope and knowledge
Less vanity, more wisdom
No more probing
In this winter’s bitter cold
This time the road in winter
Leads to the path of gold

My name is ‘Wisdom born on the day of Christmas’