Something quiet builds this evening
as the hours tick away time.
There is nervous anticipation
that a moment has come and gone.
This is my favorite holiday
I am entranced by the possibility.
There is something magical in the idea
of the old giving way to the new.
As the hours pass, excitement rises
although I know it is all just a farce.
That at midnight we’ll throw glitter into the air
and kiss away the past.
Dressing up and hitting the town
was always part of the charade.
Formally addressing the turning page
and toasting its quiet end.
The silence of the new year’s morning
has memories steeped in my mind.
Walking the streets before the world comes to life
as if I am the first to tread here.
With endless possibilities
the beginning will come again.
The end just a memory, the ties all undone
a chance to come away clean.
The first light of morning, the first breath of day
the first time this year to begin.
A new life, a new hope, a new state of mind
a new you because you can.
* For dVersepoets.com Poetics-Endings & Beginnings *