Midnight

"A look at life through the eyes of midnight."

Midnight is a dreary haze

Where purpose doesn’t exist

And nihilism is the only dream

That keeps me awake

Midnight

Indeed

Is where nothing for me exists

Where time doesn’t really matter

And I’ve no care for the fact that the sun will rise

And there must be some comfort in the fact that there is a long yawn between dawn and day In which I do not exist

And I think for a second about everything that happens at midnight

Somewhere the moon silhouettes the rabbit like a scope set in the wolf’s jaw

Somewhere the starlight gently falls on two lovers

Fingers brushing against skin

Lips softly learning what the other tastes like

Someone,

somewhere,

Sits on their couch in the dark,

Beer bottle on their lips,

Praying to the midnight clouds because they only turn to God in the dark

And in some house that doesn’t feel like home

The shadows desperately crawl

They feast on the hanging plants and the wooden floorboards

They scurry like rats when the desperately starved come down from their hiding places

Drinking water in the dark to fill a hungry ache

It is not only the dreamers who live in midnight

I

Like so many others

Have been the creature of midnight

Watching desperately as the sun begins to fade

Knowing peace has come until the sun silhouettes the knife that kills it

We must be more alive in the dark

It’s where our deepest thoughts thrive

Where our most painful of aches come alive

And I must admit, I find such a serene beauty in the twilight

The sky looks so beautiful when it’s still

When everything indeed

Is coated in an apathetic beauty that colors the world in black and the deepest, most human of blues

And as I lay my head on the pillow I can feel it coming

A softly silhouetted dream

And I tell no one

But I have dreamt many times of sleeping on her shoulder to escape the desperate ache of the day.

I remember many nights

Staying awake until the sky slowly opened its eyes and shook the dust from its tear ducts

Dreading the morning bird’s song

A soft groan parting my lips every time the light broke through the window and reminded me that I was alive

Because nothing looked beautiful during the day

Everything stood somewhere between dread and loneliness

And I was only content with my loneliness

When I could share that loneliness with the moon

Reviews

[Gabriel]

This truly captures what it's like to feel more free in the night because no one can come bother you. It's raw and captures that elegant freedom that comes with the ending of a day, it's more peaceful when the moon is out. A truly remarkable piece about the freedom of night over day.

[William Michael Reeves]

' The long yawn between dawn and day'. What a line. I really hope you look forward to the birdsong of the morning tomorrow, and all your days to come. Midnight is for ideas in dreams, not fears.

[Lillian Kirsch]

I'm glad you enjoyed that line, it's one of my favorites as well. I've since began looking forward to the birdsong of the morning tomorrow, and midnight's still been my friend. Perhaps I am learning to enjoy both their company.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Midnight is a friend...a quiet friend...as the world sleeps, I find comfort in the silence.
j.

[Lillian Kirsch]

I most certainly agree, my friend. There's a comfort in knowing that no one can bother you, that your time is your own and nobody else's.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Lillian. I adored the poetry, and I am a midnight person.
"Because nothing looked beautiful during the day
Everything stood somewhere between dread and loneliness
And I was only content with my loneliness
When I could share that loneliness with the moon"
The above lines were so good and thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Lillian Kirsch]

Thank you once more for you kind words, my friend

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome, dear Lillian.

[Ken e Bujold]

this is a very strong write Lillian. An engaging theme that is captured and carrying through by some splendid imagery and for the most part smooth flow of meter. I enjoyed the read alot.
One small suggestion might want to consider the meter of the 2nd and 8th lines in first stanza. in the case of the 2nd line it is a mouthful so soon in the poem, especially in light of no punctuation breaks, and detracts ever so slightly from launching the reader into the longish piece. If myself I would really think about breaking it into 2 or possibly 3 lines. An added plus to such break is that there would be a close following repitition with what is currently the 5th line serving as an added stress.
in case of the 8th line, I would consider a break between day/in which... in order to accent the real strength, and what I consider stronger image of the line.
Just suggestions, thoughts on what I felt as a reader my first (and subsequent 2 times after) reading your splendin poem

ken

[Lillian Kirsch]

Thank you for your kind words and suggestions! I really like the way this poem turned out and I will take into consideration your suggestions and see how they read!

[Ken e Bujold]

just reread with the changes, which I think enhance the whole experience. Once again a very strong poem Lillian, a joy to have read