I barely hope to convey this feeling
perhaps it is
floating through a starfield free wheeling
or
a dwarf who hit his head on the ceiling
for
every memory i've saved for safe keeping
a flower blossom remained sleeping
leaving nothing left of yesterday's forest save willows weeping and wailing
waiting for the hourglass to slow

though as far as I remember
on the last day of December
everything was for the better
in an infinite number of ways
by living a life
full of New Years days