Unlike the resurrection night
That's sacred and most holy
Crossing the new year's threshold
Is very much a pagan rite.
We so much feel the need to make it special - like...
...An outstanding feast
Garnished with human glitter
in constant competition with each other
sliding from place to place during the years
and often changing partners;
But at the time the cosmic chime strikes midnight
They all reach out
for those awaiting wishes
- three -
And when the party's over
They cling to hope with resignation
Praying to ... some... how ...
be around in years to come,
Grow stronger against the enemy -
the fear -
that threatens to wrap their spirit in heavy chains;
The fear that one day
out of three -
one wish is only left for them -
awaiting to be granted.
But those who hear the voice of wisdom
Will lightly rise on tiptoe, hold hands in circle dance
swiftly twist around with charming smile
towards life -
and wish for three more wishes -
Copyright © February 2001