The Setting of the Year

Pearly snowflakes caught in my lashes,

I fix my eyes on the flaming skies –

The setting year will soon be ashes.

Filled by waves of joy and burning tears,

Breathless laughs and reckless acts,

Glorious moments and broken dreams,

This chapter is drawing to its end.

Winds’ve blown me from gilded height

To the deepest realms of fiery hell,

From freezing cold to the warming light.

Within just a year it all can change,

Hope may die and fate may lie,

Yet in this self-writing novel strange

Pieces always seem to fall into place.

Though is this what I’ve been craving for? –

Hard lessons learned and knowledge earned

By once being praised, then suddenly forlorn.

Why do we hate because we love?

What do we gain through mordant pain?

Bombed by questions in an endless flow,

My puzzled head I shake to get away.

Then lay me on the crystal carpet,

Eyes closed, I view once more the show:

there are things never to be forgotten,

pictures clearly vivid in my mind.

A sigh’s replaced  by a hesitant smile,

As a lone teardrop down my cheek slides,

For I have not lost all faith in me.

A glimmer of hope breaks through the clouds,

Embracing me tight when it casts its light.

Life cries for me – a call urgent and loud.

I want to see what you’ve got to offer

Cause times of sorrow are finally followed

By those of fortune! As a careless drowner

I sail along; it’s me, an untamed soul.

(22.12.2012)