A Poem About Midnight

Dark the night will heavy
once my draping eye lids melt south
along the tired open sky

Winter works wearily
Inside this snow globe of mine

Dawn is a desert dream we of
while drowning in midnight

A herald’s horizon of light looms
lonely above the vacancy vast;
how wide the deeper black

Scattered stars and city lights
pepper my blackened canopy white

A lament of the sun
spoke true by the moon
receives well the snowy streets
on this beautiful, beautiful midnight