It’s always after midnight on the streets where they do roam
It’s always after midnight going home
The clocks they keep on ticking and time moves steadily
But it’s always after midnight when they’re free
It’s always after midnight when they find you all alone
It’s always after midnight when they moan
Days turn into darkness and night prepares the fee
And it’s always after midnight faithfully
It’s always after midnight when they whisper down the phone
It’s always after midnight when they’re gone
No one sees them coming but they visit frequently
And it’s always after midnight when we see
Ah, that most magical of hours. You have captured this moment – when ghosts and spirits and dark thoughts appear – wonderfully, Anne-Marie. Fine writing.
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Thanks, Chris. I have to give my 14 year-old some credit for this as she piped up with, ‘but it’s always after midnight’ while her dad and I were trying to explain The Gremlins to my 9 year-old. I really liked the phrase. 🙂
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Little gems each and every one.
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Astounding! I love the way this flows.
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Thank you, Nic. 🙂
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Coldplay ‘Cemeteries of London’ only better.
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I had to look that one up and give it a listen. I’m flattered. 🙂
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It was a song from the Viva La Vida album the critics were not kind about yet I thought it brilliant, especially the mood of Cemeteries of London that had the same ‘mood’ as your delightful poem…yes, ‘delightful’ is, I think the right word. Keep up the fine work.
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Loved this and yes the title was perfect.
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Thanks, Tric. A wee bit Hallowe’en in April. 😉
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Oh…I thought you were referring to the Sandman 🙂
I don’t go to bed till after midnight some nights, and he CAN’T come because I’m not in my bed. Shoot, he’s even written to the Sandman union about my lack of respect for his services 😀
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He’s got no chance with me then, Mark. I’m after midnight practically every night. One of the best times of the day. 🙂
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You too! That time of night, the silence has noooo distractions and I can get down and deep…until I look at the time and realise it IS a little bit late at 2 or 3am 🙂
Which I shouldn’t do because it blocks our Circadian Rhythm which throws switches to detox and heal. Oh, and the dreams in the R.E.M. phase of sleep…and tuck our Endocrine system into bed after allowing us to do everything on automatic all day…and stocks up our energy reserves…and adds fats for energy later…and…just EVERYTHING!
So that is why we feel like we’ve been run over by a truck when we don’t get our sleep 🙂
I’m going to bed now, I’m tired from going through all that, I need a rebuild 😀
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midnight shmidnight – at my age, the stuff of dreams can come at any hour of the clock
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As long as you’re still dreaming, Paul, that’s the main thing. 🙂
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Love it! I always love the time after midnight…
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Me too, Suzie! Hope you and your mister are doing well. I’ve been a mostly absentee blogger this wee while back. Need to catch up.x
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