The midnight bloom

How did we miss it?

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As the midnight hour blooms
Be ready for intuitive plumes
Arising from the depths
Stealthily riding on breaths

Thoughts aren’t awake at that hour
The purity, they cannot sour
As the experience blooms
Traces of misery, it consumes

Sleep is heavy on the eyes
Opening to the night they despise
So many chances missed
We may never know they exist

Secretive, in the dead of the night
Determination burning bright
The eyes can have their rest
While we get ready and dressed

Waiting for the midnight bloom
And its heavenly perfume
The scent lingers, mind steps aside
Revealing a brand new inside

Decorated with wisdom’s pearls
And whatever the hidden unfurls
Reveling, while it is dark outside
We see life’s unknown bright side