A poem for all of those longings that seem ready to burst at the beginning of a new year.
They are there I can feel them quiver with anticipation those nameless wants so tired of being pushed down pricked like bubbles caught on thorns swatted like pesky mosquitoes that cannot stop buzzing buried under blankets locked within a chest as far from the heart as possible within the human frame while attention is splintered like sawdust and scattered among a million pressing demands and hunger is suppressed by distraction our longings go unfed. I can hear them singing those hidden hopes covered in neglect the day has come they'll be silent no more our dreams are rising like stars in the night their light is glowing a new day is dawning when our eyes lift upward and we finally see they are there, our secret longings bursting like fireworks at the first of the year we see and we hear them we can make them come true we can let them run loose let them fly to the sky let us follow our dreams across the new year let them lead the way to a glorious new day.