The midnight hour <br />Thy moon high <br />Thy stars 'nigh <br />Willingly venturing into an unknown <br /> <br />Lights adorn the cobblestone streets <br />A little, little boy, plays feutball in yon churchyard past, <br /> <br />On all around their beauteous radiance cast, <br />This midnight hour. <br />All is quiet <br />Yet their is a riot <br />One that cannot be heard <br />Not a Word <br /> <br /> <br />Journeying o'er the path of life, <br />Onward, forward we move <br />With stars and northern lights o'er head in strife, <br />Perfect Bliss <br />Is This <br />The stars are out <br />For me <br />This midnight hour. <br /> <br />Rising High Does the full moon <br />Saying Hello to the Night <br />All of her shine and lustre <br /> <br />Bursting through the darkness wherein she was enshrined; <br />Arise, Arise <br />Willing, active, rapid thought <br />The past is the past as it intertwines the future <br />At midnight hour. <br /> <br />2006 Peter LeBuhn<br /><br />Peter LeBuhn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midnight-hour/
