NEW YEAR: MIDNIGHT
The midnight hour approaches,
As I raise my glass to you;
But is it raised for what we’ve done,
Or what we plan to do?
The times that I remember as we stood beneath a star,
Or spoke about the this and that when talking from afar.
Do I salute your lovely eyes;
The thought that is unseen;
Or drink to what has yet to come,
Or that which might have been?
Perhaps.... but I'm distracted by another time and place,
When midnight hour, as this is now, was light upon your face.
The glass is near, the moment long.
A toast to you and I;
The moment of our meeting or,
The hope behind goodbye?
Should the light shine outward from my heart,
my secret midnight guest,
Pause on the sweetness of your face; the fullness of your breast?
The glass is on my lips now;
I close my eyes and wait.
The stay through all these many years,
Was better now than late?
I drink, my heart is filled with you, and my hand is raised up high;
I drink, my love, for all you are - and I drink for you and I.
Michael Walsh ©