The Pure, Simple, Truth.

Midnight.

Midnight.

The moon is high,

I've ran out of things to say,

I'm an hour away from midnight,

So close to another day.

The house is near silent,

Everything now still,

I'm waiting for sleep to take me,

Stuck thinking until.

Expecting sudden change,

I scan the room with my eyes,

Smiling at nothing,

As today slowly dies.

I turn on the light,

Pull out a pen,

Playing back memories of days,

I'd waste remembering when.

The seconds tick by,

On the clock beside my bed,

Exploring the imagination of another,

Placing myself within another head.

Mentally singing old songs,

Lulling myself into slumber,

How many positives came with today?

I fail to recall the number.

I'm thirty minutes away from midnight,

Now even closer to tomorrow,

A day closer to happiness,

Further away from the sorrow.

Peace touches me now,

In the distant light of the moon,

Just seconds away from midnight,

I slip into a dream filled cocoon.

The clock strikes twelve,

Here my soul does speak,

Vision now distorted,

I'm promised my heart is the opposite of weak.

Under a sky lit with happiness,

Her chest does now rise and fall,

Hopes, dreams and love,

For her tomorrow holds it all.