Midnight - Special Edition Poem

Midnight
 
There is a moment
between today
and tomorrow
when we attempt

to make sense
of the chaos; or
is it the time
between yesterday
and today? It’s not
really a question,
just sometimes –
a split second thought –
to ponder, repeatedly.
 
It is the first time
when both hands
come together. The time
when people are asleep or
celebrate a new year.
When one day spills
into another with
a spilled drink, a kiss or
slumber. When one hand
holds the other
in dreams forgotten or
nightmares shared
and creeps into tomorrow,
or is it today?
 
Is there an answer, even at
the last stroke of midnight?
Because by then,
on any given night,
most of us are asleep –
and our dreams are
too surreal, not of order.
Perhaps, there’s some clarity
in the light of midday
when our hands 

come together again.

Road to Ever Land - POEM of the MONTH!

Road to Ever Land
 
Dead to sin but shackled to veins
Whether I crawl or stand
I am alive with you
To Ever Land

With my back to the ground
And my face to the sky
I call your name
With a cry
 
When the darkness attacks
And the enemy is near
Inside the cave
Nothing clear
 
Sheep run to slaughter
From trouble in the street
By an angel of light
Full of deceit
 
With my face to the ground
And my back to the sky

I call your name
With a cry
 
Take me
I’m falling
Hold me
I’m calling
 
When shadows rise and lurk
But your renewal is near
Inside my soul
You are clear
 
When the moonlight shines
And the road is dim
You lead the way
Sunny or grim
 
When the night kisses the dawn
Your dreams touch the nigh
You call my name
With a cry
 
You conquered death
Lifted me from the sand
I am alive with you
In Ever Land