Post by AquarianM on Dec 31, 2004 at 4:49pm
The air is charged with expectation,
Wonder at what might be,
Liquid silver future,
Shimmering...about to take shape.
What vision lands,
It's all in what we see,
Before the clock strikes twelve we reminisce,
Remember all the vanished ones.
As the fateful tick tocks,
The lights go brightly high into the new night,
Cheers and wide open possibility,
Infinite maybe vastly before us.
Let us walk across the threshold of time,
Carrying only visions of joy in our hearts,
As we become what is still to be...
What we choose we will see.
AquarianM
© 12/31/2004 By Daniel A. Stafford
Wonder at what might be,
Liquid silver future,
Shimmering...about to take shape.
What vision lands,
It's all in what we see,
Before the clock strikes twelve we reminisce,
Remember all the vanished ones.
As the fateful tick tocks,
The lights go brightly high into the new night,
Cheers and wide open possibility,
Infinite maybe vastly before us.
Let us walk across the threshold of time,
Carrying only visions of joy in our hearts,
As we become what is still to be...
What we choose we will see.
AquarianM
© 12/31/2004 By Daniel A. Stafford