Daylight finds me restless
I’d rather it be night

When moon shines down upon me
And I bathe within his light

The softness of his moonbeams
Cry out for me, in the dark

It is he, I answer willingly
In my soul, there is a spark

One that makes me fervent
For the wee hours to arrive

Here, I find my solitude
It’s when I come alive

 

March Writing Prompt:  Antsy Pantsy – Day 19/31

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