Midnight Hour
* There was one midnight hour when I stood alone
Beyond my bed, and before the window of the room
I was the child in the white flannel gown
Watching a white moth fly and a white moon rise
The whole family slept..except for me
They never heard me steal out onto the porch
And climb down the steps into the fresh night air
Under the sequined sky crowned as mistress of our valley
Something whispered to me, in a voice dimmer than words
It spoke with the drum of the cricket's thunder
Faintly capricious, lulling my steps upon the concrete slate
I struggled to learn how to breathe again this hour late
But trepediation vaporized, soft and cunning, wise
Temptation embedded my bare footed quest
Without hesitation, no fear of unknown
Lit by bleached crescent moon,
I knew I was not alone....
Inspired by Gareth's contest "Leave me hanging"
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