Midnight

The magic of spring midnight is my favorite drug

Door open, cool breeze, work piled up as I breathe

In new life, out at last winter’s freeze

Sleep creeps in to the fringes of my vision

But sirens and spells and final revisions

Keep me drunk on moonlight

And high on the roof just out of sight

I see empty streets busy with city deeds

Who whisper incantations of please go to sleep

But how can I resist the song of the stars

So fresh and new, finally revealing what’s ours

They call to me softly and twinkling and

Beautiful whispers dance in muted strands

On rooftops and phone lines and my oldest friends

Spring magical midnight my mystical end

- @apoem2you