Binding at Midnight

The suns rays drift away
The bright of light begins to sway
Midnight’s wings cast gentle strings
To twist obscurities; uncommon things

It’s the shade of the leaf; a brisk to the air
The calm of the wind that brushes your hair
It’s the path of familiar; the shortcuts we find
All a part of the painting, a thing we call time

It’s the love that we feel; and the loss that we dwell
The smiles we cherish; and the cries bound to hell
It’s the ribbon we tie to the strings of our heart
The twist with the romance; the end and new starts

It’s the trip on the stones along the way;
The lessons taught with the passing of day
It’s the cut that will heal; the scar that will stain
The pain we remember; and the hopes that became

It’s the tarnish of bad; and the shining of sweet
It’s the steps in our time; The fortunes we meet
The control that we have; the acceptance beyond
The pool of ideas; and the quest for the fond

We swim and we struggle; we drown and we strain
We love and we hate; and mix beauty with pain
Yet we all live with two feet, and dream with two eyes
A hope we strive toward that’s a compound of ties

Values and ethics, and all that’s between
The image we paint, and what we allow to be seen
Each day is a stroke, a mark against times
It’s the rise of the dawn; and the midnight that binds

And bound in between, it’s our souls that we find.

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