Midnight, my old friend
It’s not been so long –
This morning, and the last,
These past days have gone,
Reliable in name,
Varied in nature
Presenting crossroads in starlight
A new day, new adventure

But it’s time to sleep
The world is in slumber
Whilst we’re still awake
And my mind starts to wander
Stuck in a loop
Of days upon days
With hours upon minutes
My sleep won’t behave

Set by two hands
And a face to call home
I’m caught in the clock
As you make time your own
But you playfully creep
Making nonsense of time
Closing in faster
On each day of mine

I don’t mind your intrusion
It’s often a surprise
But rarely have I woken
Seen you through slumbering eyes
A milestone in the night
Yet you play on time’s horizon
Running down time,
Each second more gone

Perceptively far
Incredibly near
Tick ticking away
Through yet another year
Midnight my old friend,
We’ll always meet here
With a new found worry
Or a spark of idea

Midnight, my old friend
I think it’s time to agree
We have an ever fluid friendship
Your timelessness and me.

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