Beneath The Midnight Bloom Poem by Michael Eugene Cantrall

I walk within this midnight garden bloom
Where purple petals trance in silver light,
And the jewel'd vines wrapt round the rusting gate
Share sweet jasmin'd incense with twilight near.

To saunter by the crypts caress'd by blades
Of emerald green that guard these mortal clocks,
As sprite-charm'd oaks curl round to hold them near
And slip to sleep below the misty haze.

I drift within this midnight garden bloom,
With bluebell'd diadems and marble doves,
Where crystal'd pools of Lethe do quench the wait
Of those repos'd in silence deep therein
These hallow'd tombs of grace that did not fade
Or flicker 'fore the tempests in the wind.