Midnight

When the second hand separates
the one from the two,
it severs the ties
that they once knew.

The method of time is a familiar tune
that frequently breaks because the age of the glue

A pair of far eyes
watches the dance.
The souls spilling over
without choice take a chance.

Madness alive,
look at them go!
We haven’t the reason
to do more than crow.

Invisible legions drift in and out.
Devils and angels use the same route.

And when comes the morning,
there’s nothing but dust
and tales of the crossing
that the two eyes distrust.