Midnight's Keeping

Awaken child to the summer feast deceitful hearts to midnight's keeping dreams born on tears given to the fragments of eggshell youth which is as but a memory born on the cause of righteousness and wilderness fears- We are but as ships crystallized in this vast golden night of morning dreams lost in the frailty of our own becoming- White night encases the feast of butterfly rapture, rivers of sin that emaciate our youth- Can the child awaken in the garden of his aspirations? Storms that break on the sea of remorse The child becoming so happy yet as he lay dying because only then was he so close to God- Infinite immortality-