Midnight Bench

When the darkest of the lonely nights fall

Even time itself, completely stalls

But the rain does not, never, its pour pause

It just keeps on, going, going, going

And onto the very ground finally fall

So then,

For now at least,  

It is past the time

When towards

Some kind of home

I myself haul

This bench

Really is, the only place

To stay on

For the passing night

And, to slowly wait

Until the early morning light

Before once again

Hitting, the deserted streets

Even if, 

There really was no sleep

For home, as it is 

Is a place of dreams

At least for now

But, never mind, 

I am still feeling 

Totally proud