Good Morning Midnight Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are flowers of light
In the windows all near
This is city neon’s night
With some moments in the air

Shadows dancing in a glow
Without people nearby
Outside’s winter without snow
And the dim bottomless sky

Good morning midnight
I’ll be sleeping on soon
Rising into my dreamy flight
With the peeking old moon

There is a flower in my pot
Christmas rose I think it is
And it’s now reddening a lot
In its starry blossom bliss

While I peek out my window
Trying to catch the stillness
Of the night’s passive adagio
In the frosty deep chillness

Good morning midnight
May my peace now come in
With its sleepiness alright
And the dreams of whimsy spin