A New Moon
A chalky moon rises, from still air, drawn on
smooth, blue-black paper sky. A New Year's eve
like this, seems too calm to be real, to feel
nothing but peace; snow covers tree branches
like fleece, yet I am warmed by a fire inside,
wrapped tight in the starry glow of tomorrow's
promise. As this year's memories glide across
my heart, all the love flows through me like oxygen,
beginning with the purest breath of youthful
innocence, me and you, under a diamond-cut
crescent moon. Many picturesque nights
have come and gone since then - the me and you
now we - a family. Somewhere a clock chimes
twelve times, when your first kiss of the new year
wakes me from my nostalgic dreams, my joy returns
to the moment, a new year, new memories,
a love more real, more true, than the chalky moon.
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