My own version of my year in review varies so greatly from yours
the big bang theories and explosions of my poems
on the screen
is still unseen
and my followers are beautiful
and my words are floating in space
this dead feeling along my visited place.
I should be proud
but I’d rather not be seen in a crowd
except if you are there
close enough to smell the perfume in my hair.
All my versions of this year I want to burn in a fire
leave my soul out for hire
give it away for a little while
so I could sleep
in such a lost deep haze
guitar sounds could not wake me
only your hands can take me.
The year in review
is not really my type of cue
to carry on my shoulders or brag
because it painted my colors in a different hue
you broke down my guard
with the persistence of a great bard.
I keep quiet but
I like the way you hit me hard with all your gust
I fall down and you make me believe
Every year with you is a better one.
Close my eyes and feel the heat of the sun
that bears down on both of us.
Happy New Year
it’s coming closer don’t you fear
Happy New Year everyone. Peace. Love. Trust. Hope. Truth. Cheers to 2015.