Midnight Blue

Is it so odd, to thrive in nighttime and fantasy?

To prefer mystery and darkness, to daylight and reality?

When I think of the earliest memory I have in my mind,

It's of dancing in doll-gowns, singing loud and unrefined.

But as typical for a young child that memory might seem,

That earliest memory I have was, in fact, just a dream.

I live as I dream, and dream as I live, in the fantasy hue,

As distant and dark with silvery stars in the Midnight Blue.

Of all the moments and times I could have recalled in my life,

I wonder, why it started with a dream I had one night?

Before I could read, I fell for fairy tales and mystery,

Adoring the magic, the mystical, the sorcery,

And since no one read to my sister and I to bed,

I'd spin tales of enchantment to her for us instead.

The stories were never finished, nor morally deep,

But our imaginations were entertained until we could sleep.

And I lived as I dream, and dreamed as I live in the fantasy hue,

As distant and dark with those silvery stars in the Midnight Blue.

Out of all the moments and times that could delight,

I wonder why, I loved best, the stories at night?

When the stories and scenes grew too much in my head,

I began drawing and writing what I viewed instead,

And when I ran out of stories, I hungered for more,

So I gathered the books full of mythology and lore.

The tombs on my pillows were my escapes until dawn,

And I'd read and I'd read until I felt truly gone.

Because I live as I dream, and dream as I live, in that fantasy hue,

And I danced with silvery stars in the deep Midnight Blue.

Out of all the times that my heart felt the most light,

It could only be when I read straight through the night.

Now more often than not, I retreat into dreams of my mind,

Where I act and I direct with the scenes I designed.

I love deep colors, dark colors, lush, rich and true,

But even now, I am most connected with the fantasy Midnight Blue.

Though I no longer need to escape to other worlds because of you,

I still paint my wishes and dreams in dark shades of blue,

For I dream as I live, to share my lives from that fantasy hue,

And I bring back those silver stars from the deep Midnight Blue.

Because of all the times when my purpose felt most right,

Were the times when shared the stories, I once created at night.