Midnight

Midnight

Ryenne Ashworth, writer

At peace is what I feel when the clock strikes twelve.

The sky’s beauty pulls me in.

I become immersed into the darkness.

There is an eerie silence that falls upon our world at such a time.

Midnight’s nature has such a delicacy that is incomparable.

At this time our people have divided into two; half awake, half dreaming.

Life becomes so simple when the clock strikes twelve.

Problems become miniscule to the broader idea of life.

The moon shines like a lamp in a restful room.

The stars in the sky create an artistic image.

The way the trees blow in the wind and the way crickets make the perfect amount of sound.

I would transform every hour into midnight.