Night Owl
Why is it night entices me? Why does it make me stay awake and about restless thoughts in my head– so unlike myself at day?
Perhaps it’s the lack of well-planned hours. Ah–hours all my own! To do as I please: think, write or draw, or spend talking long on the phone.
Maybe ’cause emotion runs higher after twelve. Logical thoughts take back seat baring your true self.
Whatever it is–I like it! However it comes, let it stay! For night holds much more magic than any, ever, day.
Categorized as Writing / Poetry