MIDNIGHT SKIES

Midnight Skies 

The sun enveloped in a black shroud 
The dead of night hardly makes a sound: 
Hopeless with silent cry's of the midnight sky, 
The reproach of lost souls ; 
Dark and misty, the clouds just an outline, 
Of the glare eyes of the night .  
Vague twinkling stars, in the dusty moonshine; 
An eager bright star showing its position 
Or else be lost in the misty cauldron. 
Passionless grief of despair with no one who cares , 
Lost in the wind , One knows to never cross  
The road's at night on foot . 
The hooting of the night owls crying out  
To the lighted moon , 
Distant frogs croak in shining black pools 
A lonely dog howls; 
A thud, a bump, a scrape on glass to get away 
From what is hunting with anguish grief for you and me; 
Is that  foot steps I hear on the stone path? 
Those creaking roof timbers, 
Sure gives one the shivers , cold wind's ,silent stars  
Of the midnight sky's , 
A time for quiet reflection ,deep thought and introspection; 
The conscience magnified something hurtful said, 
Rash actions and regret.  
A sad love song that taken the heart deeper in with more  
Pain with glaring eye's like you want to die , 
Sleep comes after midnight with so much on your mind , 
Respite for the weary intellect 
Until the great yellow hope rises in the sky , 
Spreading its cheerful warm ray 
Heralding a promising new day. 
Hopeless , and grief moved on with the midnight sky's  
Lover's song's of a nasty goodbye's 
Passionless incredulous despair , half taught anguish Midnight air, 
Another day and another night moved on why your heart 
Still hangs on to what was and not to what is . 

Lilly Emery (C)