The Midnight Hour
The clock strikes twelve, and I lie awake
Sleep, has once again refused my company
Shadows of my day keep coming back to me
The bonds of thought that hold me I cannot break
What is that line between yesterday and today
The magical moment that marks passing time
I bow to that which I am not meant to control
The midnight hour, the dark hour so sublime
11/29/15
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2015
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