This is what my heart is like…a phantom in the night…
Midnight Hour
At midnight hour
They come out to play.
Clear as the air
But still as mist
Walking around others
Under the moon’s shadow.
Touch so soft
Like a tender caress.
Brushing past
Unnoticed by most.
A wandering eye
Sees through the air
Catching slow movement
As the mist moves away.
At the Midnight Hour.
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