Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Lost in thought, midnight comes anew
Lost, lust; the weather’s torn you
Roll and gaze at the somber sky
Your Moon half-painted in awry hue

Summer plunged in deep slumber
Embracing, then leaving you

Troubled again, the dark night inching in
Did Weatherman upset you?
Quietly, pleasantly hum a tune
Of the song you sang to your Moon

Summer heaves deeper now
Lips parting from you

Stir in the dark, it’s midnight
Isn’t it twelve hours till noon?
Dance on your toes for hours
Weatherman gazes past your gloom

There, there
Weatherman says

You cry, you pray
Lost in thought, again
Midnight comes anew

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