Middle Of Midnight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Messages being sent through the night in neon lights.

Focusing their words into depths of evening, where
not everyone can clearly see them.

Lights sparkling and pointing the way towards future
codes, opening themselves to preservation of their
livelihood.

Purchasing life-giving essences with hurting memories
taking them oftentimes, into a future image where they
will prosper and grow into their own shining lights.

Feeding humanity with their all-encompassing knowledge
found in realms of a nighttime message, and proclaimed
on a billboard one cold and lonely evening.

In the middle of midnight from years past by, it was
not quite forgotten, as yet it's message is still being written about.