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
Good plan.