I am a creature of the night
When fantasy and love take flight,
Not evil, but a passion bright
Burns in the dark...in me.
The whispers of the worlds gone by
Are captured in my longing sigh,
The dark adventures I will try
To melt with night... to see.
The scent of dampness from the soil
Is scent of sweat from those who toil,
And life's sweet essence seems to boil
From every rock...each tree.
Excited I soak up the dark,
Not eager for the day's first spark
Or for dawn's harbinger, the lark.
The night is all...is me.
© 1996,1997,1998,1999 CarolSue Hair