In these final minutes of the year, we ponder the dreams and poems that brought us here: dreams given life and dreams that remain dreams; poems written and poems that never made it to paper. We then look to the coming year ask ourselves if these un-lived dreams and un-written poems are worth holding onto, or if we need to discover new dreams to live and new poems to write. We must dream; we must write, we muse immerge. So, in these remaining minutes, what will we do to finish out the year, to set ourselves for the coming one? How will we manifest?
Thus, I wish everyone a Happy New Year, for what is a wish but a dream manifested as poetry.