The night kindles
The moon’s brumal breath,
As the stars flicker.
The planets are rigid.

And the flowers seal,
And the ocean ebbs,
And the eyes of a feline
Close for rest.

And the ka-bunk
Of a dying road
Stops.
And the whimsical
Laughter of an aging boy
Ceases.

And a kiss goodnight
Is long lost to dreams.
And a little girl’s fears
Linger then leave.

And it is a time
Of tranquil musing.
A time to believe
Outlandish ideas
That are most amusing.
A time to think,
And think some more,
About the logic
Of bustling decor.

And there is never a need
For your mind to be contrite.

For this is midnight.