Toast

May this be the year
you find grace, peace, love
beyond your imagining,

the year passion runs riot
and you rediscover fire.

May this be the year of abundance,
not perhaps more,
simply enough.

May you find the pieces of the puzzle
that do not complete you,
but launch you wildly into the night,
where you reclaim the song of youth,
where you again, dance unafraid on the precipice,
unafraid, like a child.

May the nights bring you tenderness,
God’s caresses in the night,
May the ghosts become your friends,
and your friends, your muse.

May you learn to fly,
leaving those still earthbound astonished
envious, and prone to experiment with their own wings
like baby birds, ravenous for the sky.

About this poem. 

Happy New Year my friends and readers. This is my wish for myself, and my wish for you. A year that is not just better, but glorious, stunning, breathtaking in it’s joy.

Tom