When The Midnight Sun Comes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

...and, it is when,
The moment arrives to observe in the sky...
A brightness occurs,
No one can hide from or deny.
The midnight Sun comes.

All will witness that time to find,
Masks worn to adorn and wear disguises...
Can be left behind with no definition to re-define,
Lives once lived confined and restricted...
To myths quickly eliminated to lift and remove,
From beliefs that 'had' existed.

...and, it will not be until then,
When the midnight Sun comes to appear...
To shock with an unblocking of minds,
Found to unwind themselves from a kept acceptance...
Of fears, deceits and tricks that treat,
To discover the freedom of being released...
From that kind of mental bondage shared.

When the midnight Sun comes to stun the ones,
By the reality of this done...
Never again will truth to value and its existence,
Be questioned as a higher consciousness is inflicted.
As 'That' which has created life to permit,
Decides to diminish and end all conflicts.