Bouquet - For a sunrise

Every new year fills us with an expectation of something new for us. The new year count-down runs really slow as the time seems to take a break.

I wait for the hands,
Both short and tall
To unite and ring/sing
to end (to)day's wing.

I close my eyes,
Meditate
To dissolve my night's blue bay
In warmth of your yellow blaze.