December 10, 2008
12:30 AM
The time when it is half past midnight
Clocks ticking the minutes away,
time moving slowly
A time when bats return to their slumber
A time when the city is in darkness
lonely street
sirens sound in the night
The time when the world is asleep,
Dreams of mystery and wonder
A time when I woke up
from a nightmare
A quiet time,
blue fading to black
The hands of time wrap
me in silence

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