Alone I sit.
Comfort against the cold breeze caressed in darkness:
Thoughts burning bright against the moon.
I am a night owl, a werewolf, a monster...
I live in the night as something different than day.
Fearful of sunrise - I lose myself and thus I sleep: avoiding something most hold so close to their hearts.
While some feel lonely at night; I sit with my thoughts -- The most interesting of company.
The sun my unrequited love I've grown to hate with impatience. She burns my eyes when I look on her, yet she melts my heart, and lightens my mood.
I close my eyes avoiding her ill persuasion: Wake up! Wake up!
Oh, but you have killed me...
I wait for my true love, which gently strokes my cerebellum, coaxing thought, and giving reference to small stars.
She is my muse, my bliss, she is my goodnight kiss.
A kiss that wakes me and stirs my mind. When she leaves I cry, and sleep in depression.
I don't see her enough.... Someday perhaps she will fill my sky.