The Midnight Bell Poem by Paul Reed

The Midnight Bell



I stood within the darkness
For a while
And watched as fluffy clouds
Moved silently through the night
Engulfing the moon
Until, almost bored
They glided past
And the silvery glare was restored;
Their passage subliminal
Threw shadows in the deep corners
Their destiny supraliminal
Shapes never constant
Ever-shifting plumes
Lighter than air;
Night-time drifters
Their journey frictionless
Soundless and friendless
No-one watching but me;
No-one to bid them farewell
As with imperceptible grace
At the midnight bell
They slid from view

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