A Lone Summer Midnight Poem by Peter Vector

The warm summer air is thick with sound
The noise of cricket chirping and owls cooing
While in the darkness I rest under ivy pillars on the ground
I look out to see the dim world with the night time pursing

Life on this midsummers night is just a play
I am on the stage as one of the tragic cast
With no where to call home, always roaming, no place to stay
And the audience are the people of my past

I look across the river and see the dots of light
People in their warm houses resting
While I am here, in the black velvet of night
And at this hour, peace is all I should be requesting

Under the moonlight sky the night passes by
And so the moments slowly die