The sun goes down, and the magic begins,
A world as open to adventure as to sins,
A time not controlled by society,
And not often defined by sobriety.
Reality, society, closed for the day,
Conformity completely swept out of the way,
The mind is free to explore fantasy,
The time is ripe for creativity.
Some will enjoy spirituality,
Others will swim in an erotic sea,
Affairs are mostly a nighttime affliction,
At night, many indulge their addiction.
For metaphoric vampires who love the moon,
The sun seems to come up way too soon,
But it kills any sense of inspiration,
And douses any spark of creation.
Art rarely occurs in the nine to five,
It's at night when the senses are alive,
Something about the silence and the dark,
When the world is sleeping, imaginations spark.
The mores, the rules of daytime don't apply,
There's so much freedom in the nighttime sky,
My muse goes to work when the day is done,
Midnight is the prime time for love and fun.
Whether you spend your nighttime in bars,
Or you're outdoors looking at the stars,
There's a different quality about the night,
And for the owl, it seems so very right.
Daytime is normal, it's so regulated,
But by the starry night the soul is sated,
Nature exists in both light and dark,
But it's in the early hours I find my spark.
My spirit comes alive when the sun goes down,
By the 5pm chime, gone is my frown,
The prison gate opens and my soul soars,
It's at night that my inner lion roars.
Night is a time for erotic pleasures,
It's also full of spiritual treasures,
It unleashes the heart and sets it free,
It is a special time for you and me.
Copyright ⓒ Chris Ryall 2013