Saturday, October 22, 2005

I find myself alive at night

When others are in bed, all lights off

I listen, and think, and write

I find myself in the darkness

I find what was hidden by daylight,

Masked by mundanity

An ether opens itself

When in sleep are those around me

A part of me pities

That which they are missing

The living night which those who sleep early

Will not know, cannot know

The magical time of silence

Of solitude and reflection

My mother always called me Night Owl

And said, the early bird catches the worm

But what do owls eat?

A much more substantial meal, to my mind

Than a simple worm.

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