For the one who is becoming close <br /> <br />It is midnight <br />Not before <br />Not after <br />It is midnight it has to be <br />in order for this to work. <br /> <br />I am alone <br />My ciggarette <br />smoke <br />circles slowly <br />above my head. <br /> <br />A bottle of whiskey <br />half empty <br />never half full <br />stands beside me <br />The light from my <br />lamp <br />flickers <br />occasional shadows <br />play hide and seek <br />on all walls. <br /> <br />The moon is out <br />it is full <br />it has to be <br />it battles for position <br />with the black clouds <br /> <br />The street is quiet <br />I hear foxes <br />picking at black bags <br />A can clangs against <br />the cold pavement <br />and they scarper. <br /> <br />Two candes on my table <br />flames entertain me <br />Dancing <br />My silent sighs excite them <br />They move in majestic ways. <br /> <br />It is all fictional <br />of course <br />but within the imagined <br />facts can be found <br /> <br />Within these words <br />There is a little of me <br />existing <br />just as there is a dancer <br />within the red flames.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-midnight-because-it-has-to-be/
