Midnight madness

I love this midnight madness
when emotions shoot like rockets
and words dance like puppets
There seems no end to this
And I want no end 
I cry listening to the dream of Martin Luther King Jr.
I sing the song of angry men
I'm overjoyed watching V play Tchaikovsky
I reminisce listening to Ekla chalo re
I shout O Captain my Captain
I write in my diary -
if you are going to try 
go all the way
otherwise don't even start
I wander among the woods on a snowy evening
and think of death which shall have no dominion
I feel like rising dust
like an ocean sized loud speaker 
a phenomenal woman
a voice contained in four walls
echoing the beating of the drums
I am the centre
I am the amber
I am the untouched cold of the night
I divorce the world just to be 
my own surreal dream tonight.
And every night I shall rise from dead
to walk and paint
the unexplained
Every night I will invite
the words mightier than swords
Every night will be a fight
with pain
But still I will dream
for the beauty.
and I will be the beauty.
like I am tonight
I will be every night.