New year

hung in the

balance

 

so many of

them down

through time.

 

I listen to

love songs

that dream – catch

 

memories:

yours:

mine.

 

The old year

slips away

sinking now

 

in troubled sea.

 

We talk

across time

zones

 

broken hearts

broken dream.

 

Love so quick

to fall, so long

to leave behind

 

as the New Year

hovers, we are here

together

 

captured in our

jewelled moment

of time

 

remembered

in this love song

of yours, of mine.