The midnight hour creeps steadily in
The old made new when today begins
Laughter peals and echoes back
when memories flash lightning fast
past red-rimmed eyes.
The midnight hour creeps steadly by
The new made old with tomorrow’s rise
Memories unbidden cause to leak
Tear made rivers across one’s cheek
from red-rimmed eyes.
Like all time
The midnight hour
blinks on by
and is only caught
by red-rimmed eyes.