New Year's Day Contemplation

Today is the Very First Day The Very First Day of the Very First Year The Very First Year of a New And Very long awaited Decade. I turn my head toward the Future to say As if to say to all of the Ended of Days 'The Past Year is now all gone away The New Year is what now is here to stay.' And then I take off and begin to fly Toward what is beyond Yesterday's Clouded Skies And to look into the Virgin and Childish Eyes Of a Future that has not as of yet Been seen or spoken to. I close my eyes to the Passed and Ended of Days Of the Year has gone before these Hours It is ended. It is done. It can be changed no more. No more Days to be started anew No more Sunrises, no more Skies of Blue Or Cloudy Greys Or Nights to be Forgotten From that Year. I shall have no worrisome Regrets For what has been done That I cannot redo For what has been said That I can never undo. I shall live with no regrets And I should hope that neither should you. I shall strive to free myself from that thought That stone... That stone that would hang about me as a noose That dreaded contemplation Of all that is and what has come before Of All that has ever been That I cannot undo That heartfelt beat of untimely unrest. We can change it nevermore. For what's Done is Done Is Done and Gone And for tomorrow and today This very minute This very hour This very second This very day Are when I can strive to start Anew. To move ever toward my own Choosings Toward skies that are ever clearer and more blue To hold and grasp life's Golden Goose To sail toward Uncharted Lands Toward the Exciting and the New The Past is in the Past The Future has nothing more to lose. To inhale Life as a Breathe of Air To be as Free and Loose as my locks of hair To live without a care To be not afraid to dare To never live in what has been left behind In the Cobwebs of our last year's Minds. To take care not ever to Lose Any of your Stones that have been left unturned And to not lose track of any of your Bridges Any of your Bridges that you have left unburned. And not to ever leave behind A Minute or Second of Life's Cherished Time To hold that thought firmly in your Mind Along with your Thoughts and Ideals That so quietly lie Underneath those Precious Stones That so often End up at the End of our Lives So sadly left unturned. (c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,