the yoke of midnight

owls howling

cats mewling

slithering and swaying

with no thought than to love

and the loved by midnight

sparkling as a diamond

as she walks her way through the noon blue sky

up so high

the moon: gently as she goes

leaves of trees

sushing

hushing

rushing

through the paleozoic breeze

in the yoke of midnight

roar of the wind

running just to whine

when things are not so fine

in the yoke of midnight

sunshine's sweet melody is hidden

the sunlight's warm embrace is chased away

all you see is midnight's sweet delight 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world
Guide that inspired this poem: 

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