Midnight Serenade

inspiration hits at that stranges times and we see the world clearly through our own eyes.

 

I love the midnight hours

When heads to pillows touch

Gentle breezes sway the dark trees

And lights in houses dim,

Shadows begin to lengthen

In a street lamps glow

Peace and calm descend

Under the diamond-dappled

Blanket of an ebony sky

Darkness brings about the beauty of possibilities

Obscuring the world’s ugliness in patterned shadows on street concrete

Dreams are dreamt and fantasies entertained

The world asleep is peaceful and serene

Oh how I live for the midnight hours;

The solace that transcends with tranquil thoughts

When you feel as if you are the only one aware and by so being

You find you finally belong

The night makes no demands; it simply lets you be

And in that simple gesture it grants you freedom and faith to face another day

Others seek to hide or sleep away this time; the world requires you to ignore it

And though I have fought this battle; it still calls to my soul: Beseeching me to join it once again.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

This is a wonderful poem, a definite pleasure to read your poetry.