Lead me into midnight, let me feel the new
dawn rise, artificial construct though it maybe,
we all need to hear the chime of midnight
and the serenade of ships’ horns on the Mersey,
the minute watched diligently
by a Captain’s beard and the deck hand
letting off a series of fireworks into the cold
night air, no snow, perhaps rain
and the shower of memories to come.
Lead me into midnight where for a moment,
Peace reigns, there is no alarm
at the moment of surrender;
wash your face, the old year is now gone,
some, like rats, have deserted you,
let them go, for in their pursuit of greatness,
they will not acknowledge anything you ever did for them.
Lead me into Midnight, shush, all is quiet
on the Mersey tonight,
only the sound of horns heralds
a hopeful, better, more beautiful year.
Ian D. Hall 2016