In Fulfillment

As the year
Waxes to its end,
And the moon
Waxes to full girth,

The silvered light is a
Reflection on the snow.
Our minds are in
Reflection of the past:

Those moments we
Wanted;
Those moments we
Regret.

The hoped for.
The unexpected.
All gathered in tonight’s pause,
In the dust heap of our memories,

In fulfillment of our destinies.