Midnight Sun -- SHAFAK

 

Midnight Sun 

When midnight arrives,
the world usually folds itself into darkness.
Windows dim, streets fall silent,
and the moon takes its quiet watch.

But in the far reaches of the North,
midnight carries a different secret.

There, the sun forgets to sleep.

Above the lands of Norway, Sweden, and Finland,
light lingers like a stubborn dream.
The sky glows softly—
not quite day, not quite night—
as if time itself has paused to admire the horizon.

At midnight, the sun hangs low,
a golden lantern above the quiet earth.
It kisses the edges of mountains,
touches the silent sea,
and whispers to the wandering winds:

“I am not ready to leave.”

In the northern city of Tromsø,
people walk beneath a sky that never darkens.
Children laugh in the glowing night,
fishermen cast their nets in golden waters,
and travelers stand still in wonder—
watching a day that refuses to end.

The Midnight Sun is not merely light;
it is a poem written across the sky,
a reminder that the world is larger than our clocks
and richer than our routines.

For somewhere on this spinning Earth,
while most of us sleep beneath shadows,
the sun is still awake—
painting the midnight sky
with strokes of quiet gold.