The voice rises across the cold
falling gently along her brow,
lolling cool atop the heart-thump
bomp-de-bomp-de-bomb
of a thumb-thudding bass
She smiles.
Splintered post cold against her
naked thigh, flanneled feet
warm
against the breathing concrete.
Thank you,
She calls
For the fireworks,
for the glittering, shimmering
firefly
works,
that hang
suspended
in the deepening dark
to mark
the cloudless, blackened, frozen
End
of such a Year.
He smiles.
She knows
He smiles
Though she cannot
see
Separated as they are
By night
only night
so much
Night
Still
He smiles.
Its warmth,
his warmth,
drifting
frozen
over time,
wraps itself
warm
across her cheek.
And
for a moment
she thinks
Go
Go
Join
Join him.
But
No.
It is enough
enough
Enough
to call
Thank
You
(oh, Beautiful One)
to smile
Happy
(oh, Beloved One)
to mean
It
to mean
So
much more;
To be glad
Together
across the night
That the year,
this year,
this
wonderfulhorribleinterminable
Year
Is
Done.
Thank you
Thank You
Thank
You
Done
Done
Done
c.sdmrogers 31 december 2015
Like this:
Like Loading...