Basking in the glimmers of harmonious delight,
A clear qi awaiting the bells of ceremonious midnight.

Long since I thought, how could my spirits be so bright?
Would I be making light of the fireflies who didn't twinkle before the night?

Sigh! A jaded flow born from an inner being,
Traveling with it, a divergent journey of meanings, and a monumental ending to be seen.

As the drapes of this grand tale draw to be,
My soul dreams to drown in the bittersweet springs of melancholy.

A hazy glimpse at the past and I sight over thirty, all like a dream.

Millions of emotions a dewy eye could find,
dripped desires, a sole one could end a thankful journey by its side.

I sighted over thirty, sailing for the idyll fields,
Woke from a swoon and wistful me was found floating on solitude.

So, when the joyous bells of midnight sound and a novel tale is read,
Do remember, the memorable journey of a second had then come to its end.

I'd like to know your thoughts and see if you grasped the essence of it.

This is a very beautiful piece.
Swears.

maynation:
This is a very beautiful piece.
Swears.

Still don't know the intent, but it rolls

donproject:


Still don't know the intent, but it rolls

It's about the crossover. The poem tells the inner thoughts of the personified last second of the year as it recounts events of its journey, awaiting the end that starts a new beginning...