In the night while I was walking,
Brooding by myself and talking,
Almost did I fail to notice
Midnight’s magic blooming lotus.
Snow white petals softly gleaming,
Surely, I thought I was dreaming
Of a flower gently streaming,
Unfurling in the midnight air.
Even as I tried to declare
That my mind was perfectly square,
Two feet were rounded by the sight
Of flower blooming in the night.
I found that I was somehow standing
In the middle and commanding
Graceful petals, outward stranding,
Twirling in the midnight air.
Sweet joy now perched in every hair,
No longer rooted in despair,
Up in the breathless sky I flew
And bid the restless ground adieu,
And those who saw could feel it too –
The magic brewed in midnight air.
2013 © Sonya Annita Song