the sky fell down
in pearlescent sheens
glowing peach and pink
the color of a rose blush
and quiet happiness
achieved from the first breeze
of the new year curling
through asymmetrical tails
it was a long time coming
i breathe and the moment passes me by
it all flows by under the guise of darkness
and i think i am alone in the night
on the shore of the wide river
watching the black water run smooth
over stones that have been long eroded
just like my soul
little lights appear in the dark
lanterns bring warmth to the faces of my friends
i was wrong; i am not alone
we stand together connected through abstract bonds
and watch the minutes flow by
the thunder breaks and the sky splits open
the birth of a new year is momentous this time
but i am tired and i am with friends
so instead of going outside to watch the clouds
i crawl back into bed and sleep
under the warmth of invisible fireworks
and the candles of gentle souls
tradition compels me
it is woven
into the filaments of my skin
lingers in the creases
of the corners of hazy eyes
this is a memory
that cannot be forgotten
passed on like a torch
from the people
who no longer walk
this world but they live on
in the folds of my heart
and in the echo of my footsteps
and in the bubbling of water as we gather
around the stove we are whole like moon and this
will not be forgotten