Just before midnight

step into the painting

not yet painted

sit in silence

breathless

hear the rustling of change

something is about to burst

like a bomb

Humanity : you can’t go back, can’t correct

Blow a kiss to the old

scatter sorrow to the winds

take a leap of faith

begin again

At the stroke of midnight’s magic

Pick up the brush

paint me your finest self

with each stroke

from the palette

a scene more beautiful

Truer

Hand the world a miracle