Nocturnal
Nocturnal
She dances under the light of the moon,
where she found the most comfort
cus she was nocturnal, a lover of the night,
while others drift to dream she wakens
knowing this is her time to shine,
softly and quietly she listens to music
writing her words – the ones which can only fall
together under the stars of night,
her blessed light, in the darkness
her mind dances more alive than ever,
but no one understands her habits
her happiness that comes from the night.
Blessed or cursed she wonders sometimes
when others complain of her ways,
why must she be like them,
why does her body tick
on the tocking of the eve of night -
she’s tried to comply with those
who live in the world of light
but to this day she can’t win the fight -
her body only thrives and breathes life
under the soft light of the moon.
Some days she wishes
only because she can’t change who she is
she wishes – she wasn’t made this way,
that her internal ticks on the tocking
of the eve of night would reverse
so as to make those she loves happy
but then she wonders why -
why they can’t they accept her as she is -
the beautiful moon flower you’ll only see
in the soft, gentle shadows of night
no – she can’t help the person she is.
To bed when the sun rises,
she’ll drift to dream, waking only to comply
to the workings of the diurnal people,
those who will never understand
the tick, tick tocking of her nocturnal soul.
What makes their lives so right – so complete -
how can they judge when they have no clue
what its like to live so sweetly as she does,
on the opposite side of the sun,
a nocturnal soul who kisses softly
the breath of the moon, the shadow
of the waking hours of her life,
the moment in time where she feels alive -
where her words can flow so softly, gently
under the shadows of the blissful moon,
her tick, tick tocking of upside down rocking
her nocturnal world where she happily lives her life -
there in the beautiful, beautiful night.
© Kristy Tallman – January 2010 – All rights reserved.
