While banger boys and gun owners
light the night sky with fiery tales,
the bells are tolling . With them my
yearnings unborn cling to the dying year.
I watch as they ferry on sacrificial
smoke to distant shores.
Loud echoes crack the still air
and through the early morn
they evoke a new spirit. While the bell-sounds
of yesterday are now fading, a year is born–hope
for what can still be gained. Like a child
learning to walk, my dreams must start all over
even though they may fail.
For I still believe.
Happy New Year to you all my dear friends.
Well, New Year’s eve around here was fun as young boys lit up a lot of bangers. And for those of us who had guns (licensed), a couple of shots fired into the air said goodbye to 2012 and ushered in 2013. Oh…we (the guys) stage a drinking competition. I checked on the winner today and he’s still in bed. My! Too much alcohol in the poor guy’s system. Did I participate? Well, I… 😀
So I have five themes I intend to write about this month (lamps for 2013). I will like to channel my energy to each of them daily. They are: