New Year’s Eve Midnight
Now the bells are tolling-
A year is dead.
And my heart is slowly beating
the Nunc Dimittis
to all my hopes and mute
yewnings of a year
and ghosts hover round
dream beyond dream
Dream beyond dream
mingling with the dying
bell-sounds fading
into memories
like rain drops
falling into a river.
And now the bells are chimming-
A year is born.
And my heart-bell is ringing
in dawn
But it’s shrouded things i see
dimly stride
on heart-canopied paths
to a riverside
The mood of the above poem is
- optimism
-
pessimism
- optimism mixed with pessimism
- much optimism qualified by a little pessimism
- much pessimism lightened by a little optimism