The Midnight View

Midnight River (C)2009 Tracy McCabe Stewart.

Standing in my balcony today
I tried to feel the passion
of the slipping midnight.

There was no moon in sight,
nor was there the smell of
a night queen, or sound of
the leaves nudging each other
romantically in the wind.

Instead there was a chatter
of the men in the background,
playing cards and betting.
Fumes of garbage set on a fire,
and a pole of street light.

I was unable to see beyond.
The vision was restricted by
the next building,
standing tall in front
like a giant.

I saw flickering lights
inside the flats, and not
twinkling stars on the sky.
Smoke and ash covering surfaces,
and not mist and shine.

I don’t mind.
More a reason for me
to sink in your embrace,
my window to the beauty innate.
The view of a perfect midnight.

Feel the wind kissing the leaves,
as my fingers slide through your hair,
and current as I come closer to
curls of the river,
your body curves relate.

Your face – sparkling river in moonlight.
Your eyes – center of the gravity.
Your lips – an arc to carry me beyond.
Your heartbeat – drops falling from the clouds.
And your smell – scent of rain on dry earth.

Like a dream for a child,
Like a sport for the young.
Like a substance for an addict,
Like a meditation for the monk.
You’re a necessity for me.

I have to dream with you,
dance with you, be with you.
I got to stay intoxicated.

– Dedicated to the midnight lovers, aficionados of art and literature, and their wish for the dream ‘forever’… 🙂

Midnight Moon River - Karl Johnston

Note: Yes, the structure of the poem as usual is completely intentional.

Image Credits:
1. Midnight River (C)2009 Tracy McCabe Stewart (
2. Midnight Moon River – Karl Johnston (

10 thoughts on “The Midnight View

    • For some the “picture in mind” is the only salvation.
      When of future it showers the possibilities…
      When of present it becomes an instance…
      When of past it’s a pool of nostalgic memory.

      And very similarly we enjoy our midnight view
      either as
      a dream, or a pleasant company, or
      with some piece of expression, that would
      allow us to move back in time,
      we so wanted to live in. 🙂

  1. It is so true.. No matter how unpleasant the person might feel during the day, the moment he meets his beloved, that is the only image he craves, the only sensation he wants to indulge in and the only person he wants to be with. Nothing else matters..

    Great work once again, Mr. Ali – The Magician

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