The Majesty of Midnight

The Heavens are as deep as our aspirations are high. - Thoreau

Stars sit in awestruck audience as a full moon shines its perfect spotlight.

The thick night draws a dramatic, velvet-curtained backdrop.

Restless lovers clench their dreaming pillows like passing clouds on their way to tomorrow.

Summer's crickets chirp a sacramental song of innocence as they keep a catechismic cadence to Heaven's harpsichordal power.

 If you listen closely, you can hear an angel tickling the ivories ...

... at the midnight hour ...

Author's Note

“The stars are the jewels of the night, and perchance surpass anything which day has to show.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Katrina Mckeown]

Beautiful and somewhat enchanting poem! “Summer crickets chirp a sacramental song of innocence as they keep rhythm to Heavens majestic composing power!
Great lines . Nicely done

[Pete]

thank you katrina ... :)

[Katrina Mckeown]

Hi Pete, was my pleasure and you’re very welcome.