“You’re so nice.
You’re not good,
you’re not bad,
you’re just NICE.
I’m not good,
I’m not nice,
I’m just RIGHT.” ~The Witch, from “Last Midnight”
from “Into the Woods” by Stephen Sondheim.
“You’re so nice.
You’re not good,
you’re not bad,
you’re just NICE.
I’m not good,
I’m not nice,
I’m just RIGHT.” ~The Witch, from “Last Midnight”
from “Into the Woods” by Stephen Sondheim.
My midnight is not black.
It is dark blue–
darkest blue, heart of the ocean.
It enfolds me.
I am robed in this shadowless
cover. We have made a covenant.
This moonless dark blue
holds me like a mother holds her child.
My nostrils prickle with scent of earth.
This is
what only I can perceive.
This sheath of dark water,
solid as air,
I move through it like cloth.
It wraps me,
claims me.
I cannot tell if my eyes are open.
It whispers they’re not.
It doesn’t matter.
Night has taken over me.