Midnight Light

From my heart to the sky

Luminescent of times gone by

Snaked on seven miles high

Midnight Light beams

Becoming something it wasn’t meant to be as it hits your eyes

Shimmering bright

Delight in the Midnight Light with Baltic blood as dark intent alights from the mind

If you stray into the Midnight Light would you change or cease to be but a crease on the shores of the sea?

Seven to choose from but much to lose

A man found with a golden bruise showing his value to God, to be buried as such a good Christian should, but such is life when found by those he had betrayed and so they buried him face down alluding spirits from shallow graves to ratify their place on Earth

Midnight Light calls the name of the whispered wanderer who finds the flame to stoke the passion of mankind

Something has been missing

Something to be re-defined

Our purpose amongst the stars

Almost as if we can touch

Numbers inconceivable to our minds

But all there is all there was

in the Midnight Light above

By S. J. H. F.