Thoughts

Its at midnight the voices come and the colors dance

Its at midnight that the creatures of the shadows rule

the wild things and monsters dance ferociously through the dark

Though monsters, they mind their own if you mind yours

So darling come and sit with me

At midnight with a cup of tea

And watch the beauty of the dark

Or maybe you fancy yourself a wild thing

Then we can dance among the monsters and the colors

Thriving in the unknown of the dark

Natural of a beauty as anything can ever be