Its beautiful at midnight
Unlike the day,
When its blinding bright.
I look up at the sky
Colored in shades of black,
Dotted with stars up high.
I look at the beauty of the moon,
Making me forget
That the day will be starting soon.
They say the sunrise is ecstatic,
I say, ponder into night life
It's beauty is magnetic.

I once wrote a poem titled:
Loving once, and loving once more, is hard.
Though now, I am no longer blind to my own happyness.
Loving once; is hard
Loving once more; is lovely

The waves crashed as my knees buckled so straight
I could hear my inner thoughts screaming “it’s already too late!”
The water, so jagged and blunt with force
Threw me and my mind fully off course
The amplitude had ceased yet the water remained
No matter how hard I tried some parts were not drained
I suppose to me you’re like the droplets of water
Those little bits that aren’t really a bother
But no matter what I know that they’re there
I really feel them when my soul is quite bare
And no matter how I try to dry them
They have become a part of me like a flower to its stem

he could see,
the fleeting colors,
fading slowly,
the illuminated quivered path,
trailed on the blue water,
and with those rays,
caressing her skin,
he couldn't decide,
what was more breathtaking,
the sunset or she.....