Midnight Madness

All is quiet, all is still
as I sit atop the hill.
Close my eyes, breathe in the dark
to fill my lungs, feed my heart.
Magic moonlight dripping down
I laugh and laugh without a sound.
Leaping up, I embrace the night.
I've never felt so strong, so light.
On barefeet in circles spin.
Joy without.
Joy within.
---Twisted Poet