The first rays of the sun insistently knock
On my windowpane to break the spell
Their brilliant warmth wreaking havoc
On the delicious left overs of the night’s bell
I refuse to kow tow
to the overwhelming light
Refuse to let my dream go
Without a worthy fight
For night is my time
The time of inspiration
Of dreamers and artists
Poets and playwrights
And all the other peripherals
Who prefer their own counsel
Its the time to vent
The unexpressed on paper or canvass
Or your inner graffitied walls
Away from curious eyes
Away from worthless tongues
Away from malicious thoughts
And self-proclaimed critiques
Night is my time
Where alone I am together
Seeking solace in isolation
Drawing from my pain
Or drawing into it
Afraid of its companionship
Yet, afraid of its loss.
The cruel morning knocks again
Laying a blanket of clarity
Over my irrational thoughts
Bringing me back to known realms
Leaving behind my precious dreams
To acknowledge facts and make some sense…
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