Almost Midnight

It’s almost midnight.
My thoughts are still wandering
to imaginary places, a secrecy to all.

If I have wings, I’ll conquer the
huge space above, far from the
skyscrapers and mortal monuments.

This waking hour is making me
festive. I need my pen and paper.
Words don’t stop to flow.

It’s almost midnight.
The world can’t stop turning.
I am returning to my dreams.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to Almost Midnight

  1. Rose petal says:

    Midnight wanderings of the mind takes us to places we never knew existed in our mind. Beautiful piece.

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