I am not an owl
nor a bat
I am a bird of my own.
I love to fly
in the dusky sky
with a dream full of passion.
My imagination takes me
where I want to go;
I travel in the dark.
At night, when the world
goes to sleep
my passion starts to spark.
I share myself with the sky
of the witching hour;
I fly where the wind takes me.
I dare the sun
to rise and shine
before I finish my journey.
I am surreal,
I am nocturnal
and that's my story.
Author's Note: I love night. This is an imagery of what I feel at night.
