Crystal clings, toast to things,
Remembered from the year.
Wine pours red, nod our head,
To loved ones we hold dear.
A kiss held softly and
Tight embrace, I love you.
The moments of kindness,
Auld lang syne, old and new.
Brace the wise man, who lifts
His staff among stars of time.
We pray to mystery of
Life, singing old lang syne.
Copyrighted: 2018 CMM
An hour of time,
copyrighted by: CMM 2017
Wet morning sand stick to my feet
while brown seaweed breaks into my path.
I travel to my beginnings toward the sea.
Watchful without pretention or notice
sounds of waves crashing and wind blushing
past me, as I step into the path.
On the shores morning and evening meet always.
Reflection of all time before me, and after me,
will continue long after my footprints are no longer
wet to my feet; deep into my path.