London gleams in the dark as the seconds tick towards midnight.
There is a diamond frost on the ground.
Hope waits for the old day to bump into the new day,
and for Big Ben to bong twelve.
The great bell strikes deep … bong.
Star dust twists up fast as a flash then floats down
over London, over midnight… bong.
It shimmers like slivers of sunshine … bong,
like lickety seconds that split through the city
to find you, even in sleep … bong.
It fizzes in fox-coloured gold wrapped in hope … bong.
Jo says he’s never seen the stardust but he’s felt it… bong.
He says five is when you feel it best,
five when you can jump high … bong,
when you’re strong … bong,
and when you know how to be brave … bong.
Big Ben stands tall for midnight … bong,
scatters dreams in splashes amongst the stars … bong,
and hopes for children to make them real … bong.
The New Year has begun.
Copyright Georgie Knaggs & The Phraser 2018
Reblogged this on aggiegraham and commented:
Feel the magic….. then just book me on a flight to the Maldives…..
as we splutter our way through January!
Wonderful! I can feel it – just add another 50 to that!
It all starts with that warm sound through a cold night …