Midnight Hour
Were thought and reason taken for their word
And life’s slow course to gloom and death
Allowed to hover over man’s absurd
Existence in his every breath,
Love’s touch and shine would all be lost
And gone for good at heavy cost.
Yet I, unmoved by time, despair or grief,
Shall rise above all tests of strength
To fight against the midnight hour’s dark thief
And never sway at any length.
When heartened by your candid charm,
No grief or care can cause me harm.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
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