In The Midnight Hour
my fairy lights turn into fireflies
my grey walls a brilliant cloudy sky
I’m floating
or possibly I am falling
In The Midnight Hour
ignorance is bliss
I am unsure of what tomorrow brings
12 am is the technical birth of a new day
yet shrouded in darkness
I know nothing
or perhaps I know everything
In The Midnight Hour
I am in loose company
the wind chants against my house
perhaps it thinks the rocking it induces will remind me of a time long forgotten
the stars and I end up in a staring contest
both wishing the other would blink
the moon sometimes watches, sometimes smiles, or sometimes does not have time for our antics
or maybe I am in perfect company
floating and falling
nothing and everything
loose and perfect
dreams and reality
are all synonyms
I am equally awake as I am asleep
In the Midnight Hour
Veronica Nazarewycz is a first-year English B.S.Ed. major. VN948619@wcupa.edu