It is morning
Some may even say a time to be awake
For some it is , for some like me
It is a hindrance
I long for the moonlit nights
For the moon has my unfaltering attention
And should it not?
The moon has lead many to lunacy
In those gentle waves by the sea
The sun may at best seem like a receding moron
Spreading light and casting shadows
Carving greys into the the black and white
It is not for me
Come forth night
I am at comfort
For the soul can be at home
In its element
Of dark allure
Alone but never lonely
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