pen touches paper
pen touches paper
feeling the scratch of the nib
wasting of paper
Home
gone and good riddance
gone and good riddance
the year that shall not be named
a new slate is here
it comes to an end
it comes to an end
only to begin again
a strange trip it's been
last day of the year
last day of the year
to be gone with good riddance
breakfast and whiskey
to take that next step
to take that next step
and continue on the path
crunching autumn leaves
with just a slive
with just a slive
the last moon of the year shines
what tomorrow brings
we are just stardust
we are just stardust
formed with fire and pressure
breathe in that glory
bubbles in the bath
bubbles in the bath
with a small taste of amber
the pausing of time
snuggling in deep
snuggling in deep
protected by warm covers
a quiet morning
some preparations
some preparations
for combat boots and bourbon
rock in the new year