Poetry For Everyday People

Robert Frost

Smooth honesty
a word less than more
a comfort in dreaming
in healing what's tore

a symphony lingering
inside a Christmas snow
cinnamon love
was always at your door

his ghost was wise
inside a light house storm
every candle lit
was there to keep you warm

darkness shall be bless
for I do truly miss
those days I found
a friend inside a kiss.