Midnight
has struck an instant
un-recordable.
Past and future
meet
like the tinkle of two,
three glasses of champagne
about to disappear
before smiling lips and eager eyes.
Embraces
caresses
kisses
assuage the pain
that disappears
into resolutions
of short-lived moments of joy.
Shouts
cries
desperation
tears
resound uncontrolled
beneath the lights
that flicker
through the eternal prism.
An instant
un-recordable
creates
the jungle
of inception and of death--
rivers of emotions overflowing
all
ending and beginning
at one time.
New Year's Eve:
a tinkling of glasses,
a kiss prolonged,
one lifetime,
one moment
that was
and never will be.
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