Midnight Train

Love is a wind that blows
in the dead of night when
everything else is still
and the moon is big and
bright and lonely and dangerous,
when the night is pitch black
like the charcoal ashes of a burnt out flame.
Love is the thing that comes loud and fast
and sometimes a little scary;
it's the undeniable truth of what it means to
just be.
Love is where prejudice and arrogance are
smacked off of their high horses by
hope,
perseverance,
and faith.
Love is a midnight train
that arouses us from our unbeknownst troubled slumber
by revealing its simple beauty,
and proving to the world that without it,
our nights would be nothing but hollow,
desolate remains
of something that never really was.