When the wind is breathless, the raindrops loud, and the trees swing from side to side; midnight The tender whisper of a loved one’s voice over a scary story at bedtime; midnight Through white curtains peek a speck of light, may be from a star, may be the tired street lamps; midnight A kiss feels softer against your skin and their touch, gentler on your thigh; midnight When thoughts are emotional and loud, begging to be unbound; midnight And the muse comes over and stays a while in spite of your heavy eyes; midnight Your silence, your joys, your sorrows, your moans; can all become homeless or find a home…