Ron VanHooser Poet Rhyme

A Moment At Midnight

I don't care for tomorrow 
and yesterday has gone. 
Just live in this moment, 
let the magic flow on. 

Kiss me at midnight 
at the time in between; 
when the mystical power 
is felt but always unseen. 

When beneath the stars 
I'll come looking for you 
with a candle to guide me 
upon a path so true. 

We'll meet in the garden 
in the sweet summer breeze, 
and love in the moment 
'neath weeping willow trees. 

Blanketed by the green 
of nature's first gold, 
for this is our moment 
to have and to hold. 

The secret, sacred love 
within two gypsy hearts, 
and the magic of midnight 
where love's sweetness starts. 

On this forbidden path 
our destiny commands, 
fulfillment of prophecies 
through true love's demands. 

We'll part in the dawning 
of tomorrow's new light, 
forgetting the passions 
that bound us at midnight. 

Forsaking the power 
of yesterday's fate, 
as we live in the moment 
all tomorrows can wait.

Blanketed by the green 
of nature's first gold, 
for this is our moment 
to have and to hold. 

The secret, sacred love 
within two gypsy hearts, 
and the magic of midnight 
where love's sweetness starts. 

On this forbidden path 
our destiny commands, 
fulfillment of prophecies 
through true love's demands. 

We'll part in the dawning 
of tomorrow's new light, 
forgetting the passions 
that bound us at midnight. 

Forsaking the power 
of yesterday's fate, 
as we live in the moment 
all tomorrows can wait.

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CayCay Godwin June 25, 2026 at 8:55 PM So moving that I wrote a long flowing glowing ... nothing. I had a SON INTERUPTION OCCURANCE NOT AT ALL A PERTURBANCE but a DISTURBANCE of white where I had placed words. To me, only one who has allowed all sides of emotions grow them could write this, which is also what I felt between lines you wrote on one of my poems, & in your Soupy. I was emotionally moved & it's all good, real & deserving of verbiage that I WANT to focus on, pls allow me time for I am sincere, but scattered/I'll explain Ron VanHooser June 26, 2026 at 2:17 PM Hi CayCay, anytime we devote ourselves to writing a poem, it draws in the entirety of our being. Anything less and the poem is nothing near what it could be, it has not reached it's full potential. We devote ourselves to making it as great as possible...that doesn't always happen but we have to try. Anytime I write I have soft music, usually native american flute, lock the door and make the environment as free from distraction as possible, that includes comments I write because I want to internalize the poem, wring it dry of meaning to understand it. But....that is just me. Thank you for your comment, your opinion means a great deal to me. Ron