New Year Song Poem by Morgan Michaels

You helped me ring the New Year in
you blew your whistle in my face
you set the paper hats in place
the tavern rocked in general glee
your voice was like a flute's low note
black and fathomless your eyes
lovely, lovely youth was ours
and un-acquired grace and poise.

Still later, in a stranger's flat
love struck sparks into the night
cordially your form bent back
the palpitating candlelight.
I gave you kisses soaked with Pim's
you held me close- oh, God, I died
we slammed our glasses down- 'the year
is dead, long live the year', 'we cried.

Still later, by the Broadway line
we lingered, trembling, loath to go
the vapors of our blended sighs
drifted in Love's afterglow.
The higher stars, impervious
blue fires in a frozen sea
forgot our vows, if ever they heard-
the train took you away from me.

Today the sky is mild and blue
all snows receded from the land
a gentle petal rain succeeds.
I think of you this flawless, grand
May morning-may we be forgiven
all dissemblance and deceit
and may our hearts be thrashed and driven
home to happiness so great!