Midnight blue, a quiet so deep
A poem for those who have worries at night and waiting 'till dawn.
Blue light screens omit a sea of worries on the mind,
So delicate by comparison, it’s so hard to unwind.
The moonlight remains soft, yet dawn is far away,
To justify the kettle and starting my day.
Silence is so deafening but only at this hour,
When anxiety whispers, in the middle of the tower.
Between the dreams that came shortly before on a restless head,
Are now dancing in the shadows, the lightness has fled.
Alone in the quiet and dancing in the dark,
The mind beautifully pirouettes on a stage that is stark.
Sometimes placing those thoughts on paper,
Though eyes remain wide open, and the night gets later.
A dance with shadows, is a silent fight,
As the mind swirls through the deep of night.
Won’t open eyes wide, afraid to wake and no longer dream,
Of familiar and exciting landscapes that beam.
Those hours quietly waiting for dawn to emerge,
Generates a tension and feelings that surge.
A fury bubbles under the eye of a storm,
The stars are beckoning a moment to transform.
Yet, a resilience is felt amongst the quiet and fear,
Knowing that at this hour, nothing is that clear.
As dawn wakes with a new light to find,
Guiding the way for the unsettled mind.
So, when alone with the shadows and can’t see,
Let the quiet offer space to breathe – one, two, three.
For every twist and turn in a sleepless night,
The promise of dawn will emerge, it will be alright.
– Miranda Sims, 4 December 2023.