Poem 2

(this one i maybe change a little in the future)


The sun doesn't rise at midnight,
and the day flowers stay asleep
if the only light in this weary night
is the candle flickering while others sleep.

The sun doesn't rise at midnight,
and its no time to say how much i care,
all words are welling up, but will be gone,
in the first light of the dawn,
and you will never know and be aware.

The sun doesn't rise at midnight,
the long hours before will be without its light
and all those ideas that may ever might,
will loose their sparkling in the dawns light

The sun doesn't rise at midnight,
but the Moon is giving new hopes,
the new day has promises to keep,
In that dark Midnight hour,
its time to go to sleep.
(Elise 2009)