My Midnight

December 1, 2008
By Paulina Glass, Mercer Island, WA

I tilt my head

To face

A black ocean

Sky.

Clouds?

Gone.

Deserted the stage of the sky

With the sun,

To let the moon perform

The mysterious ballad

Of midnight.

Stars shimmer as

Milky white gems

Inlaid in the bodice

Of the moon’s

Velvet gown.

With my finger

I trace

The stars

To form

A bear

A princess

A spoon.

They contest

Like Olympic swimmers

In that frigid black ocean

With a goal

To outshine

all the other stars.

My midnight.


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