Becoming Nocturnal

Though my limbs lay and linger,
fatigue is way beneath me.
The windows are open.
Come in and take me over.

Curse and demoralize the sun.
Praying to the moon.
Longing to leave the light,
to go Swimming into the shadows

Bored with the clouds.

Stimulated by the stars.

Take me away....

make me into one.

 

My addiction

is the reason why I cannot sleep.

My addiction

to sorrow

causes me to carelessly wander with you.

The addiction

of my hungry heart

stimulates my desire to get lost in you.

My addiction

to your ethereal caressing

gives me comfort in becoming one with you.

I know many fear you
because you're so mystical.
I hate how some use you
as a shield for their own mischief.
I like how you comfort me,
sprinkling silence over the lands.
Amazed at the beauty you bring
and how you keep me cool in summer.
Billions and billions exist all around

yet you decided to choose me.

May I have this love,

this dance, into the moonlight?

(Please….take all of me)

Author's Note

Using some of the newly obtained knowledge and feedback I've been given over the past couple years in creative writing, found this oldie and figured it could use some sharpening.

Reviews

[closed]

amazing wordplay and manipulation of literary perspective and scope.

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write. Thank you for sharing...:)