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’…🙂
Note: Yes, the structure of the poem as usual is completely intentional.
1. Midnight River (C)2009 Tracy McCabe Stewart (tracymccabestewart.com)
2. Midnight Moon River – Karl Johnston (karljohnston.com)