Christmas Aroma Poem by Siviwe Wiseman FIRSTMAN

Give green* birth to my frozen Bethlehem,
In-between the thighs of Universe and healing hike me to hide.
Draw my sighs far from this year but to your blossom not aside,
Place me there to your chest 'oh' evidence Paradise,

Oh highest eagle of miracle,
Breathe in my lungs and cause the hurt to escape
'oh' No, reverse my burning emotions with eager, Also
Bend my tendering feelings to the knees of pleasure,
Let them not grow apart like this, otherwise only with; 'all of you' i like to treasure,

My eyes are so keen to see you veil your rainbow wings to the heart that mine,
Why not Let the bell sound enter my lonely heart like the one who grape the Vine,

'Oh' Holy Christmas sees through my smeared goodness,
Do tell me if it's still tucked away far below my factory field, if there is no case
Scan my obedience and find true fruits of the Spirits.

Let my last year lost hopes & joy in the world of compromise spirit die.
I rather wait my endurance in the passage of poetry line,
Than making fiction pictures in the drowning lie,

If not so then, I rather find me here in the garden of rainbow,
Know i still follow the old shooting star tired slow,

Now here i don't ask for Santa clause.
Neither in trust of creeping trees and bucks,
The only living wish i have is packed in the voice of your birds,

Kindly Rub my name to yours in the shining light.
Then cross my mobile keypads with the glowing knight.
Because my blurry earth is waiting in the tunnel for summer,
To me it's like an Angel that will never change the pace of time,

Instead i beg you to reform my soul down to the roots, with your lavish moon,
Curl my character like the burning star,
Feast me no more pain in my plain sun,

'Oh' Christmas aroma replenishe my trauma...
Give me your time not so little,
If not so, it all going to be a mystery for life i shall battle.