The Fallen Leaves of New Years

Golden are finite grains of sand, running smoothly through The hour glass of time, tiny precious moments of reflections Treasured gems, captured in thoughts of the shifting pages, Of the ever turning calendar months. Against the frosted goblet of remembrance, lie champagne Lipstick kisses, impressions left overs of smudges residue Of love's betrayal. Celebrations bursting bubbles of memory, turning into frothy foam, That slides downwards, off the empty bottle of regrets broken vows, Of the New Year's promises sensed past. A clicking symphony of tiffany tears, shed upon the satin pillow shams, Dried are the rose petals of passion, cold embers burn within the Hearth of the tender heart. Bold is the youthful yearling, whom stands upon the Oedipus of Emergence, strong is the inner being, a blossoms flower yielding, Yearning to sprout, to feel the warmth of the sun's loving grace, Yet banished beneath the weight of truth's injustice at the end. But in hopes faith it grows, lighting up the box window pane of reality, Climbing upwards towards the heaven's enlightenment of Tomorrow. Ripple do the waves of the timeless, one more waltz to dance, Another romance to enhance with their devotional trance, a Lingering flickering flame moves across the ocean of the broken Hearted lover, who listens only to the music’s rheum. Oh in desires high pitch moment of consequence does not The innocent victim lie slain, at the footsteps of lusts threshold Of adulthood, evergreen is the tree of the New Year, and Loneienesses vines, creep along the life lines of the Devotional heart. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN