Midnight Stirs

Long past midnight

Most stir in beds

Left for dreams of happy days

And vacation houses on the beach

Some, however, are left to darker nights

Left to stew in thoughts of the undone

Or a past of what’s been done

I slowly pace this home

As quiet as the mice within the walls

And if luck hits me

I might join them tonight

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

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