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"