My favourite part of new years
was wandering out into the streets
at 10 minutes past midnight
in a daze of champagne, ***** and lemonade
and peering up into a clear night's sky
and I swear I have never seen that many stars in one place
I watched them
with the background laughter of my drunken friends
discussing tales and myths of what each constellation meant
but who needs tales and myths
or science and maths
when you have bright eyes to see a world so completely beautiful
so complex and so magnificent?
Those stars rained down on my face
such that not even Van Gogh could paint their swirling bloom
such that Shelley and Keats could not write down their metallic romance
only I know that moment