nocturnal, i am now

…lately, i chide the day where once i played and most

are awake for t’is this, now, when quietly and without

notice i slither into moments of rest and sleep for this

is when the moon and stars lie down on horizon’s bed

and so too, now do i, for i’ve become nocturnal like them

seems, of the hustle and bustle in the day, i have taken

a disinterest of the fray and wish to sleep away, and while

the quiet of night allures me, where my thoughts are

undistracted and clear, dreams become reveries and

daytime reveries have been replaced by dreams

still of the morning’s delight, i welcome the warmth of

the yellow-gold ball of light that nurtures with nutrients

the verdant fields and the blooming buds on trees that

are adorned by sounds of an aviary choir celebrating with

their songs, giving rise to the verve of day

so when time arises that dusk’s breath rolls in to

taunt the light of day, the still and quiet within me will sit

outside to welcome the noir of night so as the moon

and stars ascend onto the canvas of the sky, the spirit of

my being will intermingle, thus i with thine…