Midnight Breeze

Sky streaked with dusky pink

the colour of dreams,

I walk the sighing streets,

unloved when there my heart remained

and cherished now I’m changed


Silent sounds of the budding year

echo in the sleepy shadows

drifting into last year’s slumber

tucked away in turfy sheets

while memory’s flowers grow


The promise of delight

with closing red, the sky

lights up my prospects and the going on

and strokes away my tears.

Morning need not come with fear, but ease

for laughter sings upon the midnight breeze.

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