Thoughts of an ordinary person

XII

In the abyss of wintry nights, where stars align,

A longing stirs, like embers yearning for a flame divine.

The old year fades into the twilight's hush,

As dreams cast off their shackles, in a hopeful rush.

Oh, how the heart aches, with bittersweet desire,

For the dawn of a brand-new year, set to inspire.

With every breath, anticipation takes flight,

Like fragile wings of butterflies, bathed in moonlight.

A tapestry of memories, both joyous and profound,

Weave shadows in the fabric of time, tightly wound.

Yet, the yearning persists, a hunger for what lies ahead,

As footsteps echo softly, on the path yet tread.

So let the old year slip away, like whispers on the breeze,

For destiny awaits, with promises it weaves.

In the embrace of the new year's tender dawn,

Hope blooms like flowers in fields, reborn.

A blank canvas, where dreams can take their flight,

And aspirations dance like stars in velvet night.

With each stroke of midnight's hand, a chance to renew,

And embrace the untamed beauty of intentions true.

So long we've waited, like a restless tide unfurled,

To pen the stories that lie hidden in our world.

With hearts brimming, we embrace the unexplored,

As the longing for the new year finds its solace, restored.

For in the depths of yearning, lies a blaze that won't dim,

A flame that guides us forward, to a place unseen.

So let us hold this longing, ever bright and clear,

As we step into the new year, without a trace of fear.