Night Owl

The night sweeps me up and pulls me in like a soft blanket on a crisp December morning

Shrouding me in a time that belongs only to me and the darkness

We’ve become well acquainted in the foggy, unsettling comfort

Filling the hours with conversations that beckon out thoughts hiding in the furthest corners of my mind

Sometimes I’m overcome with the feeling that I shouldn’t be here

Like I have no business being awake

But I stay because I’m used to losing myself in places I don’t belong

“Night owl” isn’t a title I consider myself as

I’m not nearly wise enough

I just want to escape into the dark denim sky until solid ground is a foreign concept to me

I want to watch the long-gone stars’ heartbeats

Shining constellations performing lively visual symphonies

Last night I danced with the moon

Unknowing of whether or not it was a dream

Yet it’s realness was challenging life itself

Begging me to run away from the realities the sunlit morning brings

I want to lose myself once again

In a dream not masked by sleep.

Reviews

[adichie]

Your couplet sums up the entire piece, which is a master stroke.

The devices that touched me were personification, metaphor, taste, touch, sound, and the many forms of visual imagery. Word choices were ethereal and in keeping with the fugue state. Usually, I welcome sunlight, but your words make me want to run away with you into the nachtmusik.:):)

An elegant statement.

Deb :)

[RhythmOfTheRiver]

Mind-blowing! Especially the last 2 lines, they have a very strong layer of wish icing them!

[Kailani]

Thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared my friend.
"Last night I danced with the moon
Unknowing of whether or not it was a dream
Yet it’s realness was challenging life itself
Begging me to run away from the realities the sunlit morning brings"
I liked the above lines. To dance with the moon isn't a bad dream. Thank you Kailani for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote