Midnight

The darkness deep doth call to me. The air

Is still, but not my thoughts. I dream of you.

I contemplate the darkness. Stars, so fair,

Twinkle at me—they charge the night’s black hue,

Effusing it with life; and then they stare

At me, chained to the ground. I am imbued

With calm, and in my barren mental lair

 I live in joy. I dream of you, ’tis true.

This is our time, and to you, each my words

I offer. Yet as each the stars above,

I wish them light my daily life absurd.

Thus all is peace—the darkness sweet as wine;

And you, I deliriously wish as mine.

I wish the night would whisper you my love.

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