Does the midnight truly hold
The magic of the fairytales?
Does Night tuck us into her folds,
Casting forth her luring spells?
I ponder as I walk the streets
Dimly cast in golden glow-----
Does midnight cause my weary feet
To trudge or trip or gently slow?
Will I hear the distant roar
Of thund'ring hooves and merry men?
Will magic carry me ashore
To distant knolls and greener glens?
There they go! Those midnight bells!
My eyes are closed. My throat is dry.
But where are they? Those magic spells?
I gently shake my head and sigh.
Childhood dreams are childhood dreams----
Of midnight charms and magic kiss.
It was not really as it seems.
Midnight was what midnight is.
I look up to see the stars.
My breath hitches. I cannot help----
But gasp. I see a universe,
And that is magic in itself.