Midnight Muse Poem by Diana Kouprina

I await patiently,
For the midnight muse
To strike again,
To tell the stories
Of forgotten places,
And of the forgotten faces,
Whose love has held no bounds,
Was always of the purest of intentions,
A threaded blanket of protection
Always there appearing
In the night,
Along with all the souls
That left this place,
And traveled unto another realm.
I await patiently
For the hour to strike
The night
To wrap myself up
In their blanket of protection,
And allow myself to fall.

©️Diana Kouprina