Midnight Lullabies

I am Midnight, the lonely musician,

My one companion is asleep,

dreaming til the sun sheds his light.

I write songs for the stars,

of the vast night sky,

I play them every night to wait and see,

If someday by chance, a star may flicker,

and perhaps, even notice me.

 

Hear my mournful melodies,

shudder through nighttime breeze,

I’ll play them ever softly,

Midnight lullabies.

 

I’ll lay down in an open field,

with only a book in hand,

as I write, my songs will sing,

secret prayers to my king.

 

The moon with its silver rays,

enchant me, so serene.

I will write, by its light,

be a muse and inspire me.

 

My name is Midnight, the lonely musician,

I wander aimlessly through the night,

knowing that nothing is alright,

I lay my head on a softer patch of grass.

My soul, it panders that grave melody,

hushes my crying heart to sleep,

Midnight lullabies.

 

-Midnight

 

 

 

 

An Untitled Feeling, and Untitled Wish

 

Shadows and glimpses, beauty untold.

A wisp, a fairy, rarely here to behold,

The talk of our hearts, the singing of our minds,

The concept I wished to be mine.

 

Flourishing like a rose,

As dew drops gently glide on petals,

My feelings to be once again disposed,

Success? I fear the outcome looks fatal.

 

The rose doesn’t belong to me,

But so my heart does not either,

To regain the sincerity of being free,

To regain the idea of belonging to me,

The fulfillment of this concept to be neither.

 

The crescent moon stands tall,

Parading in the soft velvet dress called night,

Her ethereal light gleams on the tip of a petal.

Like a bell that tolls,

The wind faintly calls,

I beg thee sleep to take me in her arms,

And merely hold me tight.

 

Dream of a rose if I may,

Dream of a heart to take,

Dream of freedom as I lay,

To toss and turn, for only…..

 

 

 

…..To wake.

 

- Midnight

 

(Written July 29, 2007)

To My One and Only

When I look in your eyes, I get lost in your world.

When I hear your voice, it’s like a song from Heaven,

Which takes me on an adventure of walking on streets of gold,

 and taking pictures by gates of pearl.

All I see is you.

What is this spell that has me mystified?

I’m done denying that I love you.

I am your’s, will you be mine?

Take my hand, I will hold your’s tight; never to let go.

Then as I pull you closer to me, fall into my arms; never to be released.

Then as my lips touch yours, all fireworks will ignite; setting the sky a-glow.

I will feel that magic, and know you’re forever mine and that I.. Will be forever your’s.

You will turn this hopeless romantic into a hopeless lover and

We will dance the night away,

 we will kiss beneath the moonlight.

I am waiting for you at the end of a flower-laiden path.

Wear a dress of white.

Come, make me your knight.

You are the song of my soul, as it pierces me deeper than words alone.

Let’s love each other past the end of time,

As you will always be my world, my reason.

I am your’s..

Will you be mine?

 

 

(If only I had someone to give this to.)

-Midnight

Some English Thing..

So we had to write this pros in english class one year using the format of some dead writer. enjoy.

I’m going out to run in the rain;

I’ll only stop to wait for you

(and hold your hand, if I may):

I sha’n't be gone long- you come too.

-Midnight

A Raging Tiger Found, Blossom Rose and Resound

Read my heart like an open journal, I make myself vulnerable to you.

Reveal to me my darkest secrets, but don’t leave out the burning passion that consumes.

Remove all doubts within my soul. i refuse to live my middle name.

A perfect fit, a balanced harmony, I feel that love inconsistently.

I feel enough to not let go, or am I a cruel villain to no set beauty free?

Calm the whirlwind to a breeze and I will take off my coat.

I will allow my skin conference and study with the sun.

The gentle touch of its rays will warm that river of flesh exceedingly.

Know him like no other and understand his ways.

Teach him your’s, and bind to you his heart forever.

If not known to every vessel, he cannot belong to thee.

Throw a rock at that window pane, let a house cat romp.

If a rose’s beauty is not beheld and if its scent neglected to waste,

then it will remain a sight to a free tiger, and that cat will soon be gone away.

Know a raging tiger’s inner soul,

a puring kitten of possibility.

Study and commit to memory its every move.

Set an ivory tower to its glistening teeth, and life will not be found wanted.

As quietly it stalks, so quietly it never appeared.

 Know that raging fury and meet it at its retreat.

Destroy all logic, change all norms.

Open a gate and cure my chain.

 Crimson rose blossom,

cast away dead leaves.

Understand all secrecy.

That cat is a cat,

Not a Puzzle Piece.

-Midnight