It is a new beginning
A dawning well after dusk,
Celebrated around the world
in a thousand different ways.
Ours is a way so quiet
floating on a well lit bay
A few at meal, talking, a wine
enjoying the last of an evening near gone.
A hundred others floating too
and many more on shore
Waiting for the time to come
when the single star shoots high.
Then world around bursts aflame
A city, its water, lit by a thousand colours
Ears blasted by technicolour sound,
The music plays the battle of the giants
On and on it plays, never seeming to end
Shouts of applause start by
at each spectacular explosion
high above a crane-necked city.
At last it ends a tiara on the city’s bridge
The final necklace of raining fire
Then quiet, near dark again. We go quietly
across the water; a new year has begun.
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