As The Calendar Turns

This year
is gone,
as it slowly melts
into the pot
of history,

what emerges
as the next,
am sure
will be another
interesting story,

i take a pause
as i let
the present,
seep into
my blood stream,

i fold
my hands
in gratitude,
to recount
some real dreams,

the dreams
of an existence
which now carry
the fragrance
of a reality,

a reality
which i hold,
as gently
as i do
those dreams,

this night
turns
the calander
to mark
another year,

i breathe in
the continuity,
between
the past
and the future,

i watch
as you
sleep peacefully,
probably awake
in your own dreams,

you sleep
deeply,
oblivious
of my these
midnight ponderings,

i breathe in
the present,
consciously, again,
before i too
slowly fall asleep.

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