Midnight - For Contest

MIDNIGHT Dead center on the pendulum’s arc arrows pointing straight into the air the momentary still between breaths silently separating the tick - - - tock. Death and reincarnation - darkness born again to night’s blindness shielding its creatures forestalling the creeping touch of light. Midnight, sweet pinnacle of ebony's depth ink blot moment of true peace blackened hole - night’s transition. John G. Lawless 11/10/2015 submitted to – Midnight – Poetry Contest sponsor – Nathan D.