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Around
Midnight
Around midnight
The
doorbell rang,
Strange,
The alarm lights were dark,
The dog didn’t bark,
The gate locked tightly,
There was no one at the door,
It sang again around two,
Conditions the same
And I thought,
Was it you
Laughing lightly
As you do on your
Visits in the night
Unexpectedly
with
Wild
delights and
Mystic fascinations,
After all
You sound like merry
And it is the Christmas season
With all its wonder,
Gifts, giving, all such things
Many don’t believe in most times,
Do them anyway as it fills them with
The advertising feeling of the way
Things are supposedly supposed to be,
But then your fingers on my back
Tell me it’s long past imaginations,
Into realms that we can’t name
And I fall into you as the moth
Flies into fire, dives the flame.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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