Midnight is not for witches
Flying on broomsticks
Midnight is not for the last drunkard at the bar
Or day for the last stripper clad in her bra.
Midnight is for the dreamer blessed with
It is when mermaids play with thier mortal toys.
Midnight is for the spirits watching the moon
It is for the old man replaying his fav’ tune.
Midnight is the earth giving us dreams
For our weary minds to join in immortal hymns.
Midnight is our soul’s day.
It is when spirits and poems gather to play.
With so much love. Edozie✔