On New Year’s Eve

My beautiful child                          Is far away. 
She is happy. Celebrating, with lights. Love, laughter, excitement. 
There is nothing else that truly matters. 

I sit alone in the silent house.
There are so many lonely people on this earth. 
Who spend New Year’s alone.          Who spend every day alone,
Every holiday, every regular day.                                    Alone. 

It is real. Every illusion. 
Believe, open your heart or you will miss the chance of a lifetime.

And indeed that’s how you do.                              Let love in. 
Do let love in, either way. 
In that you would have gained everything        And lost nothing. 

Just a silly, little girl.               Way too emotional for this world. 

Until you bake a bread                                  On New Year’s Eve.
Alone—with the radio and some beer. 
Because Love has many meanings.                 Om citraia namah.