The Midnight People
Tonight I sat in a bar, sipping
People all around... lonely and sad
Trying to find lost youth... lost memories...
Drowning sorrows in endless beers and false laughter
Telling stories of what
had been and what might have been
Reliving youthful hopes
Trying to find... a listener...
a soul mate... someone to share the emptiness with
Looking for a fleeting
moment of joy to relieve the pain
Knowing that the bell
will soon ring, and they must return to their empty lives
Haven't we all been there ??
warm humid night...the whine of mosquitos and the close, claustrophobic
feeling atmosphere make sleep impossible..
few minutes walk from my house and I'm in a different world...that no
one else (apart from this crazy Englishman) would ever think of visiting.
It's after 1 a.m and all good Dutchman are in bed, but there is this secret
world, just waiting to be discovered...
No city lights
No city sounds
Reflections of an orange-pink
harvest moon on barely rippling lakes and canals
The sky fillled with
stars... constellations vaguely remembered from childhood
The muted sounds of night
The chorus of frogs
wooing their unseen partners
A shooting star, just
waiting for me to make wish on
The incessant chirruping
of crickets, their striations adding their own symphony to the still
The fluttering wings of
bats, unseen shadows, moving stealthily through the night sky
The dark silhouettes
of gently swaying trees, black against the pale night sky that still
shows traces of the fading day
This whole world, denied
and unknown to my sleeping fellow citizens
Why can't I share it
with them.... why can't I share this simple beauty, and my experience
Is it that I'm still a
child, and can still see the world through a child's eyes
( C ) Peter Hornegold