"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Midnight Hour

Midnight hour come quickly
Evening is exhausted
From chasing away
The fireflies with their lanterns

Darkness whispers as to not
Wake the humans tucked
Inside their dreams

The twelve strokes of night
Will summon the unknown from
Their hiding place in the shadows

They have much to accomplish
Placing imaginations’ clues
At each doorstep before
The night gives way to dawn

It is in the midnight hour
That today hands the torch to tomorrow
Hoping the new day will
Continue the work of seeing imagination thrive


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