Friday, December 28, 2018

Midnight Rain...




The staccato of rain tip-taps the raven window-pane
The lane is lost in lacquer-glossed expanse of ebony
And earth is like a bit of bling hung on a silver chain
Its girth a big black hole as far as anyone can see
Where what we know exists by day has disappeared, it seems
So close your eyes, the paradise of sweet dreams gently waits
The outside world swish-washed away in midnight’s rushing streams
Until the morning flings ajar its yet far-off flood-gates

© Janet Martin

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