Midnight Lost
In youth one seems to have an immortal river,
to rise at dawn and never to see midnight come.
It is life on the rainbow, from dust to dust, or
dawn to dawn, and all you hear are echoes—
resounding, booming back and forth, and you
wonder: “What happened to midnight? Where
has it gone?” Somewhere, somehow, along the
way, it simply got lost!
1-23-2009 (No: 2556)
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