Midnight

by Songül Arslan

Midnight
has crept into my room
I lowered the curtains
to shut it out
But midnight
has its charming ways
knowing how to make me invite
Now we inhabit both
the time and the space
shyly I look to the other side
with nothing to say
Maybe I want a word
out of midnight
of the things he has seen
of the others
into whose rooms he has been
As always
midnight keeps quiet
wordless we spend the night
until the first morning light