Just, another New Year

by Keith D Allison

From the Valley
Of the echo
Touch me
touch me
for time
grows old
is the wind
sill free
The heart
grows dark
without light
without, it shrivels
Lusts, oh lust
Burns the meaning
fading in its dust… the Golden coin
the darkness of the age
weaving the web
Lusts, oh lust
beckons the hunger
the prophets do sing
the family
the heart
time grows dark
the world… fire glows
will time find the glow
can the hearts sing
do the prophets know
stories written
in the heavens


Posted on 12/31/2008
Copyright © 2023 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/31/08 at 09:45 PM

Could be a big year....could not, time will tell. I try not to think too hard about the future, it comes soon enough. Happy New Year Keith!

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