Auld Lang Syne

Should I wax nostalgic

as the old year passes?

Already you are part

of what was then.

Although I know it
in heart and mind,

your brilliance fades.

I sing your praises
and read again your words,

but the fever that they stoked

has cooled.

Unless there is some secret

you have found

(unknown to those who went before)

the fire cannot be relit.

And so I nestle here

in the old year's last embrace,

giving a thoughtful moment

to that sliver of our past.

Give me now your blessing
and bestow your gifts on me,
for as these sands do sift away,
I would close my eyes,

make a fervent wish

and let you go.

This was written for Three Word Wednesday and Sunday Scribblings 2.