I never knew I was nochturnal
Or perhaps a shady drifting creature that clings to day
And yearns for night
and always wants to play.

Strange how the buttery sunshine makes my eyes glaze
Sweet as sugar kisses on my shoulder
I fall all the way back to midnight blue.

And the dawn chorus
Bitterly out of tune, but productive, positive
Calls in the seductive swoosh of caught breath to the ear.

The hum drum becomes fun
In an optimistic rhyme
The lazy idle banter filled with anticipation
When brushing shoulders is enough.

Such a shifty character, I'd easily shout from the rooftops!

I'll do better sifting between dark and light
Living on both sides of the moon.