In the night I come alive
You might call me insane
but I assure you tis true.
I flourish like a flower
being loved by the sun.
It's not strange to know
that while you sleep I
do this and that.
The snores become a lullaby that
starts to sway my eyes to find
its rest. My body slowly surrenders
to the body function it seems to intrude the solitude.
The moon shines brightly and with
that beauty makes it easier to close
my eyes and hope that night comes soon again.
