Midnight Breathe
Midnight breathes black and gray
The stars all twinkles
While we rest
Though I always stir awake
For the midnight breathe
The breeze that flows through my hair
While most sleep
I walk the halls of this darkened house
Listening to the humming of the sleeping
Only one stays wake with me
Once the midnight breathe passes
I find myself walking the darkened halls
The creaking floors guiding my way
To the bed on which takes me
To a dream far, far away
From the stars above the open
From the serenity of the night
From the midnight breathe
That lay on this restless Earth.
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