Oh how I love the daytime:
Sunshine and lunch,
Soap operas and clear blue skies . . .
But night is when I come alive.
The hour between one and two a.m. should be just a little longer,
Don’t you think?
Night is the time electricity can be seen
Charging between people and through minds and from fingers.
Somehow at night I never want to sleep;
Never want to let go of this secretive energy.
But when morning comes, I am not so eager to relinquish my warm bed.
The morning brings responsibilities: class and work and studying;
The night gives me relief: poems and music and dreams.
Can they really be called daydreams if I have them at night?
Let the night last just a little longer;
I hope the morning isn’t here so soon.
I’m not ready to face the world yet.
C’mon let’s stay up for just another hour . . .
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