We call it midnight
Old English
New
it betrays us
In truth
It is newday
It is Morning
No one should weep
No one should suffer
This newday
Holds no sorrow
Knows no pain
Awake
And not morn
Awake
And not ponder things of yester
The middle And the night
Has past
©Christopher F. Brown 2012



#1 by Susan L Daniels on October 14, 2012 - 7:18 AM
newday–I like it.
#2 by cfbrown (कवि) on October 15, 2012 - 10:47 PM
thank you