Midnight Echoes

In the stillness of the night,
When the world has dimmed its light,
Whispers of the day gone by,
Echo softly ‘neath the sky.

Shadows dance on moonlit walls,
As the clock tower faintly calls,
Twelve chimes ring out, clear and slow,
Setting midnight’s world aglow.

Memories flutter, soft as wings,
Of forgotten hopes and things,
Promises made in the sun,
Now revisited, one by one.

The city sleeps, but dreams awake,
In minds that wander, paths to take.
Thoughts meander, deep and wide,
On midnight’s gentle, swelling tide.

Distant sirens, far-off trains,
The hush of night-time softly reigns.
Yet in this quiet, souls converse,
With echoes of the universe.

Lovers’ whispers, long since said,
Float like ghosts around the bed.
While in the streets, the echoes carry
Footsteps of the solitary.

The poet’s pen scratches on,
Capturing thoughts before they’re gone.
For in these hours, dark and deep,
Inspiration does not sleep.

Stars above in silent speech,
Truths eternal try to teach.
While here below, in shadows cast,
We grapple with the present, past.

As dawn approaches, echoes fade,
The spell of midnight starts to shade.
But in our hearts, the whispers stay,
To guide us through another day.

So in the hush of midnight’s song,
We find where we might just belong.
In echoes soft and shadows long,
Our deepest selves are made more strong.