Woman of the midnight

i am a woman of the night
making magic in the wee hours

i befriended the moon when i was young
now i spend my days under the stars
because it’s where my closest friends are
i live in the rhythm of the witching hours

mind ablaze—up for days
the quieter the energy is, 
the more people asleep, 
the more alive I feel

i’m so sure of myself when it’s late
the gentle ambience wraps me 
in a cocoon of warm light

sometimes i wish i could 
have the sun, instead of the moon
or better yet, that i could bottle her up
sprinkle her around me as needed

but alas, the full moon always demands 
my full attention
moving my thoughts 
as it does the waves

i’ve given up on trying to “fix myself”
instead i’m learning how to 
enjoy the silence 
of the stars
to live within my own rhythm
surprised to find 
the stillness gets me high

i’ve embraced the magic of midnight
in this hour i come alive
my soul returns to my body 
like cinderella from the ball 
[like the dolorian to the future]

it’s going to take some time 
to get used to 
feeling this full
unusual though it may be
nothing makes me sleepier
nothing reminds me of the night
more than the  m o r n i n g   s u n