At the Call of Midnight

The clock tolls and beckons darkness near,

Humming squalléd notes, inciting fear,

Tic! toc! tic! toc! round and round the hands stop,

Upside down and right side up both hands meet at top,

 

 

‘Midnight has come.’

 

The clouds hug the stars, warming their souls,

Swimming together in closely tied shoals,

Gliding dreams are careworn and knotted free,

Lovers, dancing, thinking only of thee.

 Dreamers meet to explore the inquisitive night,

Treading carefully on the edge of day’s wary light,

Awaiting the charges that burden their minds,

Looking for hope and gathering all they can find,

Darkness keeps them awake in slumber-lust panic,

Bodies paralyzed, minds run, shaking and frantic,

Catching the calm that soothes weary eyes,

Floating in ecstasy, silver-lined-clouded skies,

Mysterious falsehoods and curious truths echo,

Higher! reaching towards glistening stars aglow,

Banded together in a lackluster dreaming brigade,

Each chanting hymns for all that they’ve prayed,

Dear Lord, I lay my head here every blustery night,

Securing the words that will save me from fright,

As I swim towards this dastardly sorrow,

Time passes and continues its pattern to ’morrow,

My soul wanders this realm of confuséd exploits,

My bravery courageous and destiny infinitely maladroit,

The clock calls his toll, charging all the usual head-tax,

Candle light wavers, time counted on droplets of falling wax.

 

 

~fin

 

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