NEW YEAR’S EVE


It’s the twelve o’clock symbolic chime
Striking, mocking the resisting, unyielding heart:
‘Hold her hand , this is the hour’-
1999 is now: is this the end or the start?

‘ In vino veritas’- I shall speak now
The language of wine while you dance
To the last song of the weary singer-
Perhaps, perhaps, love still has a chance.

I must dissolve, melt away with the last echo
Of this midnight chime, hoping to resurrect somehow
In the untouched desert of your heart-
Could you, would you but this allow?

But you gaze so far away, with a smile tired and cold-
I know it all, it’s the same midnight tale, once again retold.