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Midnight Musings

Midnight Musings

A Poem by whiteNight
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It's one in the morning. My mind tends to wander.

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Rolling green hills
A sleepy breeze
The quiet rustling
Of the drowsy trees
A setting sun
Seems so distant
Just like sweet memories-
As I become reminiscent
Twilight falls gently
As I lay in the grass
I sigh quietly to myself
These thoughts won't pass
I'm was lost in myself
Bitter memories inside
I was running from the past
With nowhere to hide
Sweet darkness cloaked all
As shady Night is here
And the opalescent moon
Illuminates all I hold dear
I admire the luminous stars
As they light up the night sky
And softly warm my soul
Creates a feeling I can't deny
An awakening inside
As I saw the beauty above
So delicate, so fragile
As pure as a dove
I sat up in the meadow and drew a breath
As I listening to the symphony of Night
I could dream again, believe again -I found my lost hope
I found everything had finally been set right.

© 2013 whiteNight


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I love those pensive moments at the early hours of the day...they could consume me for hours and hours and hours..I totally feel with you.. "I was lost in myself/bitter memories inside/I was running from the past/with nowhere to hide".

But I love how everything comes together in the end, the hopefulness and the possibility of dreaming again. All under the luminous stars...a wonderful ending.

Posted 7 Years Ago


whiteNight

7 Years Ago

Thanks! It really means a lot to me when someone takes the time to review my poems. Aha, yes! I was .. read more

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Added on June 15, 2013
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Tags: #midnight, #enlightenment, #sleepy, #mindbroke, #nostalgic, #melancholy

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whiteNight
whiteNight

San Antonio, TX



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Hi, I'm 16, and constantly moving. I've lived around the world, and I wanted a place to share my writing. I'm a sucker for beat poems, and I would be lost without sports and literature in my life. .. more..

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