it comes to an end
it comes to an end
only to begin again
a strange trip it's been
it comes to an end
only to begin again
a strange trip it's been
last day of the year
to be gone with good riddance
breakfast and whiskey
to take that next step
and continue on the path
crunching autumn leaves
with just a slive
the last moon of the year shines
what tomorrow brings
we are just stardust
formed with fire and pressure
breathe in that glory
bubbles in the bath
with a small taste of amber
the pausing of time
snuggling in deep
protected by warm covers
a quiet morning
some preparations
for combat boots and bourbon
rock in the new year
unanswered questions
why i cannot find my pants
interesting days
morning's crescent moon
portents to a peaceful day
relax and just breathe