White Midnight

Tragically magical
each forward step in an infatuation  
of purpose that leads closer and closer  
to my altar of collaboration
a constant, dependable hour who  
whispers a seductive caress  
that lavishes my face  
and dress made of lace
my own private silky twilight
so for midnight  
I wear white  
nothing affects me like the  
heavy air of midnight  
the vast motivation that inspires  
me to create something, anything  
to fill the endless void
something beautiful, maybe
something true, absolutely  
at least for the moment  
midnight for me is brutal honesty
a good look in the mirror  
that challenges my way of thinking  
challenging my changes
challenging why I create  
challenging my impatience  
to walk down the path of patience  
so for midnight  
I wear white  
It won't be bullied to suddenly appear  
and secretly I love  
the respect of waiting  
as I do.  
I am midnights constant as well  
year after year  
decade after decade  
millennia after millennia  
and when the long tired yawn  
of time finally comes and  
I lay on my deathbed  
as I have done with all the  
countless lives I have led  
and gladly exhale my last  
pulsing breath onto the ebony  
page that has yet to be written  
I will not cower  
because the possibilities  
are endless  
and I'll be wearing white