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