As We Enter The New Year

I cannot help but feel as though time is dancing around this very moment, and as a result of this, I cannot help but utter words not too dissimilar to Gibran, for they channel through the very fibre of my being when I think of the tides which have touched our shores, imagining the storms that led to the ultimate medicine of waves dancing upon my toes in the sand this morning, and how they lead my vision to imagine your eyes whenever i close mine shut, and the salt from the seas of your soul, reaches my lips from my own eyes, and I, for a split second, take a sip of eternity, whenever this happens.

No one knows exactly what the future holds, but I am grateful for each now, alongside you, and as a firmness under your feet.

I will not bid you a happy new year, but will bid the new year happiness in having you, and I will not wish you what people wish each other, but I will wish for people some of what you possess - for you are rich in yourself, and I, am rich in you.

- Bearer of Glad Tidings