Midnight, the deepest, darkest of night.

Cold, quiet, ebony silence. 

Today is gone, just slipped away, 

and I now must choose. 

do I stay in midnights darkness, 

or slowly step  toward the dawns light?

One step back, that's all I have to take

one step back, into the warm soft soothing

darkness, or one step forward, 

slowly carefully into a new day, 

its time, and it is my choice to make. 

If I step back, will you remember me with love?

Will you remember the good times, 

the happy times, or will you only remember the

mistakes I made, the times I failed, 

will you forgive me, as I forgave you?

If I step back, 

will you remember me with love?

I ask you these questions, for I need to know,

but I must tell you, I can't step back. 

I want to, Oh Dear God, I want to.

I want to step back, hide in the darkness,

savor the silence, feel no pain, no 

heartache, no disappointment.

It's midnight in my heart, my soul, 

but I can't stay here, 

I can't step back, 

so I've no choice but to go on.

But treat me with kindness,

 the way I treat you, respect me , 

as I respect you. 

Share a smile, a tear, 

listen when I talk to you, 

as I listen to you. 

Yes, in Midnights Silence our soul

runs free, our thoughts are deep, 

our doubts multiply and mountains 

are built that are insurmountable. 

But with the dawn of a new day, 

the glorious sunrise,

 the song of a bubbling brook, 

our hearts, our souls, renew, 

fill with hope, and the will ,

the firm resolve, to try, again

at least one more time,

to be all that we can be.

CopyrightŠAradia 2001
All Rights Reserved

Poem used with permission and thanks to my friend Aradia

The day the World Cried

September 24, 2001