Midnight
An owl questions nearby
Searching for answers from some perch
In the pitch of night
Uncertain of itself
It flies away
A rain has fallen
Water droplets pooling over every surface
Scent and air imitating peace
As in the aftermath of a battle come through
Cautious yet hopeful
A train speeds by
Not close enough to rattle
The shriek of steel wheels still audible
Horn rivaling owl in its seeking
Melancholic nostalgia passing by
Stars but twinkle above
The hope of something far away
Struggling through the miserable haze
Of fluorescent building lights
Lost to mediocre modernity
I stare into this dimly lit canvas
Uncertain of what I seek
Savoring the breath in my lungs
Awaiting dawn
Hoping for something new