Midnight

the clock hits twelve

and it’s not about Eve

 

the music has faded,

our lines now collected.

our words are broken,

the pavement now shaken.

 

it’s two to twelve,

countdown till you leave

 

our whispers have ignited,

our walls now unguarded.

our faces are painted,

our hands now invited.

 

set the clock till twelve,

ride a train on the eve

 

the doors have opened,

our dancing now started.