An Ode to 2008

My arms reach out to you: a year of mystery.
The past is stamped with fact
The future, unknown, calls to me
Like a mysterious lover

I look into your teasing eyes—
Will you promise joys innumerable?
Will you turn your back on me?
You wink and turn, beckoning

I follow, drawn by the gravity of time
I cannot fight your power. I don’t want to.
I believe all your promises: {my dreams}
Though you have left them unspoken

I want to look into the crystal ball of your gaze
But I cannot—I am afraid.
I lack the strength now that I will need then

Serenity reigns: the future will come.
Though it is a chasm, a darkness that none can see
I will carry myself through.
The Heavens will light the path.
I will hold the hand of my friends.
When I start to faint, others will buoy me up.
And as I am strong, I will lift others.

So I embrace what will come.
I kiss the lips of fate.
Though you may turn your back on me

I will not reject myself.

All is well, all is well.