Wednesday, November 19, 2014

The Soul's Midnight

Last night when the train rumbled by
The whistle was not a blast of warning
But a strange and mournful cry.
 The host of heavens danced
in the velvety ballroom
of cold dark night,
dazzling till dawn
they whisper and sigh,
with much delight
waltzing across the sky
In the Soul's Midnight

The hour of sorrow passed,
with the train's mournful cry,
Your pain is gone
All fear has to die,
There shall be

No suffering in your flight,
Across to paradise tonight
to join the dancing stars
In the Soul's Midnight.
"The Soul's Midnight" 
Pamela D. Brida

Nat King Cole

And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we're apart

You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by

Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely night dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you

When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago, 

now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song

Beside a garden wall
When stars are bright,
 you are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
A paradise where roses bloom
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain.
-Hoagy Carmichael

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