the midnight hour, that midnight hour

the midnight hour, that midnight hour..

 

always
in that midnight hour
my mind demands "wanderment"

 

at 11:59 my mind is quiet and still
but when the clocks strikes midnight...
...my mind awakes,
my brain is alive, chipper to create, and ready to jaunt about it's waves
with words and stories..

 

what is it about the midnight hour..
the dark outside, perhaps
the still of the stars..
well, they only shine at night..
..so, that's information to ponder

the drive outside my home is a bit quieter
not so many headlights poking through the front blinds..

do i have a midnight born phsyce,
well there's another theory of question to ponder..

 

in my mind i am allowed solitude
even though my brain waves are jaunting about; 

and, still yet,
that midnight hour- it quiets my body

quiet mind, busy mind creativity flowing through the body
busy body, quiet mind creating flow through the body of a pen..

 

...the midnight hour

Reviews

[Sarah]

I love the contrast between midnight keeping you awake, and yet calming you down. Very interesting. (: I liked the description of the headlights and whatnot, it really brought the poem to life. ^_^