Midnight Clarity

Rookie (Isles of Scilly living in Barbados)

Midnight Clarity Poems

121. Waking In The Night 3/24/2008
122. You Demanded: 'Fire My Imagination...' 4/4/2008
123. Peace Of Mind 4/6/2008
124. Chosing My Battles 4/9/2008
125. Crucible 4/11/2008
126. Speechless Moment 4/18/2008
127. Watching The Eclipse 2/21/2008
128. Gone 2/21/2008
129. Being Now 2/22/2008
130. Unspoken Language 2/23/2008
131. Moonlight Kiss 2/24/2008
132. Freedom 5/2/2008
133. Waiting 5/3/2008
134. Love Is 5/5/2008
135. Love Does 5/14/2008
136. Dreams Of Love Eternal 9/6/2008
137. The Taste Of Bittersweet 9/22/2008
138. Feeling The Tug 9/26/2008
139. What Memory Does 9/27/2008
140. Live Now 10/4/2008
141. Random Rambles From My Skull 10/6/2008
142. Promise 10/15/2008
143. Root 10/16/2008
144. Fighting Fears 10/16/2008
145. Reunion 10/21/2008
146. Circular Dreams 10/24/2008
147. Zen Angels 10/24/2008
148. Rambles In Mortality 10/27/2008
149. Burning Desire 11/3/2008
150. Rose Coloured Glasses 11/7/2008
151. Happy New Year 12/31/2008
152. Love's Purpose 1/1/2009
153. The Unobtrusive Heart 1/1/2009
154. Will You Love Me? 1/10/2009
155. New Born 3/4/2009
156. Getting Free 3/4/2009
157. Candles In The Dark 3/4/2009
158. Dark Secrets 3/4/2009
159. Looking Back 3/19/2009
160. Living 3/31/2009
Best Poem of Midnight Clarity

A Moment And Forever

How long is too long?
A minute more without you
will stretch to eons in my heart
I have not met you yet
but there you are, clear as crystal
shining on the inside of my eyes
as if I gazed upon you
all night long, perhaps
you are a dream
but no, I hear your voice,
a smile tucked in
between the words,
the angle of your jaw
inviting kisses which creep
so gently to your lips
then press against your heart,
I feel the warmth
I smell the sweet aroma
of your skin, and still
I have not met you yet,
elastic time will torment me, ...

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Cycles

A drift of paper on the beach
leads the eye to water, not fit to drink
too salt, the sea, to be consumed
Light filters down between the salt
the sand stirred by the white froth
spoons of water’s edge made waves
Light glows across the restless
ever-changing bed feet burrow in,
risking the nip and pinch of tiny

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