christmas poetry

with joy and wonder
as a naked man i go
this is the arsenal
and how could you dream of meeting
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
be in me as the eternal moods
as evening falls
lo! 'tis a gala night
we who stood
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
you are clear
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
i make my shroud, but no one knows
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room