Beauty of Midnight

The stroke of midnight

It was, that first time I saw you,

Stars twinkle with moonlight’s reflection.

Far off in the distance

You stood, yet in vision you were so close,

The beautiful sparkle within your eyes, I could see.

A rainbow’s faint mist

Its brilliance glistens through angels’ wings,

An enchanted glow, I saw hovering just above.

Two roses in hand

Moonbeams heighten their beauty,

Yet still they fade, next to the view I saw.

The stroke of midnight

It is yet another day,

There you stand two roses in hand.

Now by my side

A sweet tender kiss shared,

Beauty within the soul, I now share with you.

© Steve Gillespie

Midnight Angel

A fading rose

In darkness, it shrivels alone.

At the stroke of midnight

One more petal slowly dies.

A final night

Upon midnight she came.

Within her eyes

Many tears he saw.

Landing amidst the rest

The final petal fell from the rose.

Sadness upon his bleeding heart

She weeps intensely in fear of beauty’s loss.

Within the glistening moonlight

Midnight angel’s tears, a rare vision he sees.

Reaching out to her

Each tear he gently captures.

One by one

Upon each rose petal, he places them.

Darkness no more

Beauty again, sparkles before them both.

With the sun’s rising

Midnight angel must now return.

Into her hands

He gently places that once fading rose.

© Steve Gillespie