Dreaming of peculiar things
Of silver chains and diamond rings
songs I feel I've left to sing

For those I love I sing it now
My heart is cast upon the bow
Fear is fleeting from my brow

I hold your heart inside my bony cage
as eternal life slips by my waist enraged
with tempted fate I earn a year of age
and I am looking forward to tomorrow
with bittersweet and haunted sorrows
I go gently into the year ahead.

Cherie Nolan © 2016