New Year Dream Poem by Phil J Hambling
New Year Dream
Half remembered constellations and
Blurring fingers trying to make them out
As we stumble
Over the body of a dead December
Left forlorn in the jet of midnight
Pockets empty
Spent and decayed
On we stagger
Until somewhere in the nebula
Of our drunken swooning
A child wakes happily in the arms of dawn
To guide us safely on
Along the light strewn road
Of our messy existence
Into the New Year
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