Midnight Hour
Midnight in my window, shines gold in the room
With a white-washed patina, to soften the gloom
Sounds of the rafters, speak like old friends
And the paleness of moonlight is brought by the wind
Clocks ticking onward, not missing a beat
will chime every hour, remind and repeat
I sit in the dark, and hear every creak
And the heart of a house has fallen asleep.
I fondle the arms, of a chair from the past
Like something remembered, with moments to last
My chair is a remnant from yesterday's child
Restored and now cherished to bring me a smile
It keeps me in rhythm, this midnight in June
I think how she rocked me, to lullabye tunes
She sat in the dark, under a soft velvet moon
With me in her arms, I can picture the room
I can't quite recall, but the moment is charmed
I was held to her breast in soft velvet arms
The rocking of rails, against the hardness of floor
Returns all my thoughts, to reflect on once more
The rhythm the same....there is gold on the grain
There is gold from the past and gold on the glass
The moon watched time pass, through an old window pane
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6/13/14
For The Contest "Midnight Hour" sponsored by Kelly Deschler
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