The moon glows shamelessly, flashing my past in neon
yet reminding me that eternity remains
The staccato gossip of crickets lulls me down trancelike
and I hesitate to close the window completely
Your skin like satin evokes my anger towards winter
and the jealousy of flannel pajamas that will conceal you
Silence almost deafening brings our focus into the room
raising the voices of our hearts as we lie together
It is not yet midnight
and still the night looks promising
Lori Boulard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impressions-of-midnight/
