There was nothing new about this newness,
nothing new at all,
and maybe just once,
once,
if when we counted down,
we could be counting up,
about something,
somewhere,
Some enchanted evening this always turns out to be,
until we disenchant each other,
with our good intentions,
and our unfortunate instincts,
Maybe we were bad for each other,
maybe we were all bad for each other,
teaching us about tradition,
about kisses at midnight,
as if tradition is not relative,
as if midnight,
on this night,
was any different than the turn of any other night
Some day,
many years from now,
we would find ourselves at the top of a skyscraper,
in a metropolis not yet known,
looking out into a dark ether that belonged to nothing but eeriness and optimism,
if that is even possible,
and I think it is,
some day,
somewhere,
but not tonight,
because there is nothing new about this,
but there would be,
some day,
I suppose
the future holds many possibilities!!!!
ReplyDeleteThe melancholy tone lives on. We are thinkers of darkness, you and I, but I believe that 2013 – or in this piece's case, 1930 – we will find something wonderful on the other side of midnight, each and every day, another moment to be thankful for. It is true that New Years really is no different than any other day; it is more a reminder for us that we should find cause to celebrate life at all times, not just those of a predetermined choosing.
ReplyDeleteAgree with Aaron and "MC"--Happy new year.
ReplyDelete