Midnight Hour

Long since the veil of Nyx
Was drawn across the vestiges of day
When what is, became what was
Cloaking indiscretions past

The solemn  hours steal memories
Intrude upon form and fantasy
Soften and shape the world
Hiding the worst neath silence

Time is the only constant
A lone companion
Sharing the darkness
Savoring our rendezvous

We wait, absent of emotion
Marking the death of yesterday
Playing out before us
With waning breath

We do not mourn the loss
Simply observe the departure
Watching the night slip away
Here in the midnight hour

 

 

 

 

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer .wordpress.com as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to Midnight Hour

  1. reminiscent of the classic poets

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