When the wind is breathless, the raindrops loud,
and the trees swing from side to side; midnight
The tender whisper of a loved one’s voice
over a scary story at bedtime; midnight
Through white curtains peek a speck of light,
may be from a star, may be the tired street lamps; midnight
A kiss feels softer against your skin
and their touch, gentler on your thigh; midnight
When thoughts are emotional and loud,
begging to be unbound; midnight
And the muse comes over and stays a while
in spite of your heavy eyes; midnight
Your silence, your joys, your sorrows, your moans;
can all become homeless or find a home at midnight
