The Friday Poem: Midnight

Midnight by by Colin Amato

We, like beacons of light
trying to find 
drawn to each other
in a celestial dance of piping rhythm 
Looking ahead towards the future 
the void of uncertainty 

Looking behind towards the past
seeing all the puzzle pieces fixed together 
that is when your life has a random purpose. 

Like ships in the great harbor
we are boats, with small lamps to guide us
to each other

It can be hard
the storms, clouds
raise doubts of the journey forward 
but if we follow the path of the heroes before us
we find that even when we lose our way 
lose ourselves at a moment of
MAN OVERBOARD!  

we can recover
just look to the bright moon
the water leaping mermaids as they guide
guide us
to the proud protecting lighthouse 

where we stand together and admire
the beautiful 
blissful
sun