The blossoms of the New Year's crown <br />Bloom from the ashes of the dead.' <br />The Old Year's heart was full of greed; <br />with selfishness it longed and ached, <br />and cried: 'I have not half I need. <br />My thirst is bitter and unlaced. <br />But to the New Year's generous hand <br />all gifts in plenty shall return; <br />True love it shall understand; <br />by all your failures it shall learn. <br /> <br />I will bring Sweet smiles, <br />That told no pain just faith. <br />As you gazed unto my eye, <br />And I fell in your sweet embrace <br />Softly whisper your passion <br />Come to me my loving heart. <br />I felt so safe in your arms. <br /> <br />As past years hurried by, <br />Still we'd gaze eye to eye <br />Whispering tenderly. <br />How golden the memory <br />Sheer magic it weaves, <br />And as a New Year begins <br />As eternal love Wrapped <br /> in our flowing desires. <br /> <br />Revelry A floral sheer magic it weaves, <br />The joyous bells echoed <br />From the depth of my souls embrace. <br />Let me be brave when the burden is great, <br />Faithful when wounded by sorrow; <br />Teach me, when troubled, with patience to wait <br />the better and brighter to-morrow. <br /> <br />31.December 2007<br /><br />Mary Wismer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-a-year-begin/
