The love of the night

When the sun sets, my spirit feels alive.
In the cold dark of the night, I feel energized.
Be it the chilling wind, or the caressing light of the moon,
I love the night, as it embraces me.

In the day I am but one of millions.
Walking, talking, breathing.
In the night, I am one of one.
Thinking, drawing, writing.

The night embraces my true nature,
The thinker, the artist, the poet.
The day accepts my lies.
To be one of millions. One of the dead.

To be in eternal twilight,
Neither night nor day.
The time that dreams are dreamt.
And hopes are all realized.