12 am
Midnight is a deep, mysterious thing
A time of the past
A yearning for the future
It's a purple shadow that lingers
Clutching for a firm grip
Before slipping with no choice
1 am
Dreamers plan out their strategies
Artists colour the walls of their home
Musicians write pages of scrabble and dots
Dancers fly across their tile floors
2 am
When feelings explode and desires come to life
Black sparks and an undercurrent of despair
Knowing it will never be
Dragging you under 300 pounds of black snow
3 am
The time when lovers awake
Smile into each others shoulders
The resounding pulse of another's presence
4 am
Deep blue numbness
A time slotted for the lonely
Dull thuds and slow breathes
Dreams of being gone, lost forever in a maze with grass walls 50 feet high
