The Stroke of Midnight

The stroke of midnight

Got struck by a muse

Chased out of humdrums

From Sunday of blues

Sudden flare of dreams

Inflaming the urge

No stopping of drive

Fires yet to emerge

The elixir of passion

Gushing through blood

Could rise up here and now

And conquer the world

Rustled up few recipes

And promises to fulfil

Settling with vigour

And catch a few Zs

The stroke of morn

Zeal vaporized by light

Dreams retreated beyond

Until another midnight