it is the dawn of the year
and nothing really has changed
but for the moon smiling a little brighter than before
may light find its way into the night
illuminate the words we carry in our mouths
spill into the eye of our souls
gently the days roll by
like the waves of a dreamer's mind
essence of the ocean weaved into our veins
for every time the lantern in the sky
turns itself on
and the world takes another pirouette
we should grasp the time's wings
and fly a little more.
25.1.18
