Midnight Poem

Dear readers,

It’s been a while since I have written for fun. I’ve missed it. Work has engulfed me. I’m enjoying it, working for NPH. I’ve been lucky up to now with COVID-19. I don’t know anyone who has passed away from it. But I know people who have lost their jobs or businesses. Like for everyone, it’s pained me to see it. To see people suffering, even more so with the floods in the north caused by Eta.

I pray from time-to-time. It’s like a meditation, speaking to the being from above. I suppose this poem is going to be something of a meditation.

Here it goes.

Midnight Poem

The cool breezes, levering off the tired airs into the dark holes that the night brings.
They envelope our pains and frustrations and joys and muses, lodging them into our memories.
The birds roost and the snores whisper the dreams that creep from our imaginations.
Broken hearts shed tears on damp pillows, missing nights when those damp pillows muffled delights delivered by lovers.
Others think of suicide, others of new beginnings, while the stressed knock back and forth in dark corners.
The lanterns are the moon and stars; the galaxies enlighten our paths;
The shadows shouldn’t evoke fears, only bravery ready for tomorrow’s unknowns.
So enjoy the white noise and calm airs of a quiet midnight, and let yesterday go.