Sun Setting on the Edge of Time

I sit listening to Bach,
using my watercolour crayons
to create New Year cards.
In the corner of my eye
I see the light changing
to meet the night;
the last night of the year.
In my quiet and gentle space
I begin to let go of the
encumberances of my life
and recognise again and yet again,
where my heart dwells.
My heart lives by the
lakes and pools of life,
in the steeples where bells do chime,
beneath trees where the primrose blooms
and in the pit of my belly
where the stories of my life are told.
So, as the sun sets on the edge of time
this night,
I come forward
and jump into the next year,
fully connected to my heart and longing……..