Midnight Hour

Were thought and reason taken for their word And life’s slow course to gloom and death Allowed to hover over man’s absurd Existence in his every breath, Love’s touch and shine would all be lost And gone for good at heavy cost. Yet I, unmoved by time, despair or grief, Shall rise above all tests of strength To fight against the midnight hour’s dark thief And never sway at any length. When heartened by your candid charm, No grief or care can cause me harm. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com