12 o'clock

A Free Verse Poem

find that midnight hour

where in-between starlight

you can find the myriad

of life laid bare by

exhaustion and darkness

when there’s nothing to see

there’s nothing to hide,

there is love and passion

in constellation with true

lonesomeness and wired

genius that might be madness

by morning. But be still

and you’ll know it all

as the twelve o’clock hour

ticks by into the new day

where we can all hide

ourselves again in the light.