Thread: Midnight's Playmates

Stars emark on slowly filling the empty spaces
of that indigo colored sky which I love so much.
Lonely, they start to comfort each other up there,
one after the other.. appearing and reappearing in different sections.
A game is what they play.
A game in the sky,
they sliently play with me.

Lights from a city building start to push their way
through the glass-filled windows, illuminating the streets below,
enveloped in cold darkness.
Once they scream their energy out to the world, other lights flicker on, from different buildings now,
shedding their anxiousness onto the streets.
A game is what they play.
A game on the city streets,
they play with each other.

Crickets start to chirp loudly for attention in the dark depths of grass.
Other insects, sensing their friendly attempt at meeting others,
join into the harmony of song, until there is a symphony of insects going on in the grass.
A game is what they play.
A playful game of tag,
is what they play in the ground.

People start to come out at this hour of night.
They feel the chill of midnight air caress their skin and smile.
It is time to go out and have a good night.
Others join in on the fun, forgeting about that dreadful thing called morning;
and how morning brings responsibility.
People start to move and wander in the streets.
A game is what they play.
A game of hide and seek,
they play with the morning sun.

Alas, the moon joins in on the fun.
Being isolated for hours, alone in that big, dark sky.
It comes out, hearing the wolves serenade to it.
It smiles.
A game it what it plays.
A game of happiness,
it plays with the wolves down below.

Midnight brings many pleasures to the earth.
Joy and sorrow, anxiety and relaxation.
Different moods it gives to different people.
A game is what plays.
A game of silent mischief,
is what it plays with the planet.

Well, that's my official 'first' poem. I had fun creating it. Hope you had fun reading it! Comments and Constructive Critisism is always welcomed