Happy New Year from Cameo & Phillip
New Year's Eve Reverie
by Mary E. Linton
Tonight I would be quiet for awhile,
No raucous horns, no screeching jubilee;
Only by firelight now review the file
Of hoarded treasure held in memory.
All of the rich year's golden store, the brief
Bright moments, and the deeper tones of pain
Stand out against the embers in relief.
Hold close the year that will not come again.
Then on the living ashes still aglow,
Another log, a leaping tongue of flame,
And all the unkonw way that we must go
It warmed and lighted as the way we came.
Builders of dreams, we hold these moments dear.
Magic....enchanting. This might be the year!
