First day of a New Year

Within the ticking moments
which time has flung through life,
I see the image wrought and drawn,
sure carved through endless mind,
in ways which birth beyond the now
to die before the dawn,
in riddled moments born in night
and suckled at the breast,
of dawning year, and drizzled hopes
to draw me ever on,
toward the source of all that is -
to what I must become.