Midnight;

I hope though that
we'll get to talk more
but you see, I have
to go. Not because
I'm sleepy, or you're
too boring,

No, not because I
don't want to talk to
you,

No, not because I
don't like you,

But, you see, I glanced
down the window, and
see that    the     sun   is
shining, it's    spreading
brightness, that     even
you can't stand, so you
end up accepting what's
gone bad,

and the sky roared to life,
red,        orange,    yellow,
the shine brought dead to
life, and somehow, every-
thing just meant a go.

Midnight;

my paradise; my sanctuary;
is now being devoured by the
waves of light, oh they shine
so bright, the darkness was
hauled back in the shadows
and honey, they faded to the
hollows.

Caught looking, I   averted,
breathed, and sighed. The
midnight has ended, and
the light that shined      so
bright, now is summoning
daylight.