Night

I like the night life

Not the parties or the dancing
Not the hob-nob or the schmoozing

I like the night life

The streets quiet in an eerie naval orange glow
The stars peeping around the cloud
The crisp breeze of a solitary gust for me alone
The quiet quiet life, the quiet quiet mind

I like the night life

The time of walks in the dark blanket of night
The sun rising to bless the day
The creatures to timid to greet the crowd
The aroma of early bakeries

I like the night life

I am alive, moving in and out of shadows of others' slumber