Midnight HourMr. P

 

 

The midnight hour comes soon

As my feet dance across

Cemetery rows of dead

Unknown faces to these eyes

Names carved in ivory and granite

Proclaiming there was once life

Whispering hello to familiar stones

Dropping to visit the red granite

Of "P" covered once more

In pine tree offerings

Moving in star filled nights

Masked by cloudy coverings

To the twins, not really though

A year apart in life

Only weeks divide them in death

'Hello and how are you'

The wind greets us in this night

'I'll bring her next time, I'll try'

The midnight hour in full moon gleam

Playing this game of ours

In the deads eternal play ground

I did not greet the children

On the other end

I'll wait for your accompaniment

To do this once again

 

Author's Note

Cp. 5:30PM Tue 05/20/08 'Bom Bom Bom' Living Things 'Bedroom Talk Rough Version' The Starting Line ok, writing about the other night, ok, straining eyes (Typed, House)