Midnight

Midnight

I can't sleep
So I drift outside
And lie down.

The jewel encrusted blanket of night
Glimmers above my head
And the distant sloshing
Of the lake
Barely audible
Over the choir of crickets chirping and singing.
Midnight

The dark hill of our house
Hovers above me
Filled with people asleep
Drifted away on cloud of dreams.
Midnight.

Black cedars and hemlocks loom
Towering towards the heavens.
Midnight.

Waterlogged moss clings
To the soggy ground.
Midnight.


~By Skyler Mae