"Black as night" is not a phrase used around these parts.
The darkest one can hide is within their very own hearts.
There is a dream of midnight and how it should be seen
I can tell you now that this orange was not in the color scheme.
The pale moon was meant to shine and guide our feet along the nights path
Now city lights parade, taunting the midnight wrath.
The stars were meant to orient us throughout the Earth and its seasons
For when the creator put them in their place I know He had his reasons.
Now when I look up and see nothing but blinking travelers and their planes
I know that we have taken this dream and put it all to shame.
I imagine a soft pure zephyr would come as if to disturb the silence
Now it's a job just to avoid the inter-state's violence.
No matter how minute that this issue may seem
I can't ignore the fact that we're polluting the midnight dream.
© 2009 Matt Bohannon
