a time of goodwill has passed us by again

Written between 25 and 31 December 1997

In this time of supposed goodwill, we involuntary look back upon the year that has passed and because we are at we are, most often dwell upon the sadness and miss the bright pieces in a busy puzzle. And then we think about the year to come, and we think about New Year's resolutions and we hope and wish. Because hope springs eternal up to the millions of stars that cover the edges of our dreams.

And some would advise not to dwell on our own darker areas, but to look at the sun and the moon at night

Little ticks of life dripping down a drain
and soon you too
will fall
and glide that long final glide to oblivion

Make your drops big
The stream of your life
Clearing the path
Making it easier better for others

With the light fading and night nearing
The night with its shadows
and silences broken
by dogs

Die nag met sy skadus
en stiltes verbreek deur honde ver deur verlate strate