Day 6: Middle of the night

This weekend was about taking pictures when you wake up in the middle of the night, going out for a stroll when it is quiet outside and then sleeping again when you have to knowing routine was out the window. And hence today's topic as suggested is about Middle of the night, the little moments that come in small bits and pieces to us and that let us construct our days and as I post this quite literally around the middle of the night :)

Middle of the night
It is often what hasn't been around,
                     that reminds you of things long gone, that are but no where to be found
In dreams that encircle the thoughts in your head
                    would you change what of dream about or would you stick to it instead?

The middle of the night, the morning blues,
                     the night lights fading away and in between the morning hues
Between the trance of a silent sleep, between the complains of the day,
                    the things that have remained with me, in the those that couldn't stay

The night reminds of a fresh start that rises,
                    Of the indecisiveness between the day and night, between poured glasses and promises
Oh better friends we all wish to be, to those around and to chose who care,
                    Yet for now I only take pictures in the night, the silent roads and places that lay bare

The middle of the night is when I write to you,
                  When I wish simple words would speak , and someway come through.

"Thanks for Day 6 everyone, I look forward to suggestions for Day 7, make the end of the week your poem, let me write only for you, look forward to hearing from you"