The Midnight Hour Poem by Edwina Reizer

The midnight hour came too soon.
When it came I thought of noon.
And in-between these times it seems
I've had both day and night time dreams.

I've dreamt of things I do revere.
I've dreamt of things that I hold dear.
I've also dreamt of times I've had
that made me happy, made me sad.

At noon I think of the midnight hour
that sees the closing of each flower.
At midnight when the day is done
the stars replace the noonday sun.

At midnight hour I think of noon
that sees beyond the glowing moon.
And at noon when the night is through
it seems I always think of you.