The Edge of Midnite
(A poetic glimpse into the metaphysical
world of ' The twilight Zone ')
The edge of midnite,
not quite day or night,
not quite death or life ---
What realms do I wander your curtained halls?
No mere mortal can shed the rust from your bones ---
and solve thy mystery;
a thing that should not be,
nestled between life and dreams,
so brief it whimpers in the dark and is gone....
Yet, you are there, and return,
no dance nor melody could live to breathe one breath;
You will live a thousand years more ----
tell me ---- darkling lord:
What shall bring your death?
Keith O. J. Hunt is a Classic-Romantic poet who generally prefers the older styles which he finds the greatest way to express his thoughts. He loves people, nature, spirituality and all things beautiful. Keith lives in Ottawa, Canada and has been writing poetry for 15 yrs.