Watching the odometer click over to a new start
An arbitrary point in time
But well-placed and rooted in the deepest past
Twelve times twelve ages have marked the sun’s ascension
From here dark begins its slow retreat
It doesn’t matter what number we tag it with
It hardly matters to this flying rock
With an exploding heart
Whose love runs like magma down its cheeks
This revolution in the extreme
This celestial flight we all share
Doesn’t pause for formalities
Never dressed to the nines
It rolls on down the road
Inexorably, to nought
But tonight I sense a newness
Thin and tender as the skin of my heart
Something tantalizing
Indescribable
Just around the corner
Worth waiting to watch the odometer click over
Just to savour the apprehension and anticipation
One more time
As one year passes
Into another
David Trudel © 2012
David–LOVE IT! The exploding heart and the love running like magma just captured me totally.
Thank you Susan – I appreciate your love!
🙂 just done so well… How could I not?