When the wind falls breathless, the raindrops loud,
and the trees sway side to side; midnight
The tender whisper of a loved one’s voice
over a frightening bedtime story; midnight
Through white curtains peeks a speck of light,
maybe a star, maybe a weary streetlamp; midnight
A kiss feels softer against your skin,
and their touch gentler on your thigh; midnight
When thoughts grow tender, restless, and loud,
begging to be let loose; midnight
And the muse comes over and lingers awhile,
despite your heavy eyes; midnight
Your silence, your joys, your sorrows, your moans,
all can become homeless or find a home at midnight.