Upon Reflection

Cold hearted orb that rules the night,

Removes the colours from our sight,

Red is grey and yellow white,

But we decide which it right.

And which is an illusion?

Pinprick holes in a colourless sky,

Let insipid figures of light pass by,

The mighty light of ten thousand suns,

Challenges infinity and is soon gone.

Night time, to some a brief interlude,

To others the fear of solitude.

Brave Helios wake up your steeds,

Bring the warmth the countryside needs!

As I pass into the new year, I feel an odd void behind me...

There is very little about the past twelve months that particularly moves my memory - even the number 2006 appears as a dark figure in my mind's eye.
It was a year of unsettled change, perplexing questions and evasive answers.

On the other hand, the number 2007 appears etched in light upon my imagination.
It has already become a year of reflection and resolve for me.
I have no items in particular that I resolve to do or to change - it seems that my life, in its entirety, has become resolute.

Armed with that, I will meet the new year's challenges with unwavering faith and energy.


* The above lyrics by The Moody Blues - "The Day Begins" from the album Days of Future Passed.