the swan song of the year gone by...

i shine out...... wings of fire and ice
little glory and little spite
reach out hands stretched....wobbly unsure
a sip of sky .....clear...tasteless...pure
i rise and rise and shine ...
and then come down to feel
to touch the ground with my soul...a taste of the real
i come down in innumerable shards...
those of whatever i do not know..
but those that were part of me ...for sure
no tears ... no sorrow...is it joy ? or fear?...
???????
and lesser mortals frenzy around ...
calling it a happy new year!