Midnight Poems

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At Midnight

It is midnight
And I am daydreaming aloud
Burning fire
Seizing darkness

The sound
Is nothing
And the hour
Is holy
Breaking through
Towards in

Things
Are creeping
And
Speaking
So now
I start to learn

So turns
The godhand
Into the time
Of seething
Seeping

Words.

 

Moon Ones

When lights go out

We go on

Us
The Moon Ones

To make
And break
And
Quite forsake

The light that
Harries us

We dine
On dark.

 

Noon & Midnight

If noon is stride
Midnight is sink

If noon is crowded
Midnight is crowning

If we all fell
Into sleep
Midnight would be the river
To which the ferryman
Would traverse us

And
If noon were to invade
Midnight
Unannounced

He surely would be swallowed
Into the great Mother’s
Hallowed
Mouth

If noon is of
The sun
Full

Than midnight is of
The nothing
That cradles it

Whole.

© All poetry copyright A. Marie Kaluza 2015

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