There’s something about writing at night.
Some sort of majesty.
It’s not the quiet that I love so much as the stillness.
Outside my walls it’s always a rush.
And I’m caught in it, you understand.
People misunderstand being a night owl.
People misunderstand a lot of things.
There’s such a majesty to the night.
To the dark.
I’d call it romantic, but you’d find that cliché.
And it is.
But still, the night is potential.
The clock of this world ceased ticking for the day.
And we get to run through the cogs.
You never know just how loud you are.
Just how much power you have.
Till you find yourself on an empty street full of sleeping people.
There’s freedom in the night.
The freedom undefined by what you are during the day.
We have no jobs, no roles in the night.
Every person is a danger, a stranger, and a wandering soul.
To see a man at night should elicit only one response.
What is his story?
So I write by the night.
I dream without sleep.
And I’d like to think I’m in good company.
Special thanks to: Collin Pearman, Dylan Alexander, Jerry Banfield, Michael The Comic Nerd, Pulsatilla Pratensis, SuperGoof Media, and Zeony.
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You’re in EXCELLENT company! Some of the world’s best people, in fact! You expressed this very well. It’s wonderful poem. To me, the night has been a thing of magic all my life, starting with the excitement of the bright lights in downtown Chicago, where my parents were performing musicians. And the mysterious world of nighttime Riverview, the long-standing best amusement park of all time. I never wanted to go to bed, and I was a writer, and I was able to perceive things other people usually don’t. So ultimately, I discovered I could find my world and my inspirations and infinite magical connections at night. It’s dark and beautiful, and, you’re right, everyone around is sleeping, and the stillness is profound! One walks free through neighborhoods or on deserted beaches with vampire sight!
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I’m so glad you liked it! And that you agree!
Yeah, as an ex-citizen of Chicago I remember nights downtown and around Lombard, and the beauty of driving in it all, especially while it’s snowing.