A/N: Sleepless nights; the darkness calms me. The essence of me and my penname.

"Midnight"

By: Midnight

late at night,

in my bed

with the black heavens above,

singing me to sleep.

i wonder if you can relate.

do you look to the night sky

like your savior,

your world,

your life?

when you look up there,

so late at night,

do you see

what i see?

it's funny,

that night--

the blackest

and darkest of all things--

can save me from

my darkest hour

and bring me to the light,

and make me feel alive,

make me feel real

and beautiful

and worth it.

lay

in the darkness, the

sweet darkness of nighttime.

listen to the quiet

tap, tap, tapping

of the spring rain

against the wet pavement,

and contemplate.

the pavement,

barely lit

by the dim light

of streetlamp.

listen, to the quiet

rustling

of the moonlit tree.

leaves, bathed in pale light

by the silver face

of the smiling moon--

not bright, not gaudy,

but still smiling down.

feel, taste, smell

the air,

the sweet night air,

like roses,

that can pull you out

of the darkness,

and into the light

of the morning.