Musings From Midnight

The misguided musings of my mind find their shape
Draped behind the cloak of night
Taking control of the shadows and forcing their unseen agenda
The images that lingered on the dark side of my brain dance into its depths seizing power and picturing their own silent films, flashed across the insides of my eyes
The ceiling sighs and tries to hide my face from the burning embrace of a newborn sun, another day begun
But my window whistles the morning bird’s music and I curse the hour of its beauty. For such songs should be sung when the moon climbs its rungs to midnight. Just before it’s too late to appreciate the looming allusion of tomorrow.


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