I'm mesmerized by the night.
When does it start,
Where does it end,
Is it when the horizon gives and bends?
The night is a mystery,
Marked an angels gift,
Of stars and moons,
Allowing the poets to dream and to swoon.
I'm mesmerized by the night,
How does it wax,
How does it wane,
Is it when midnight clocks or when the stars complain?
The night is of history,
Struck a token gold,
Of suns begone,
Where the astrologers can watch and fawn.
I'm mesmerized by the night,
When does it start,
Where does it end,
Maybe it's time and when the cycle starts again.
The night is a mystery,
Gifts by saints and stars,
Of many seeds to bloom,
Where the poets can sit dream about the moon.
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12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
PoetryDo you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of...
