I never was an early riser

Preferring late nights

and long sleep-ins

I miss when the sun rose

When the birds would sing their melodious songs

I miss the feeling of that needed

Fresh cup of joe

By the afternoon

I was already rising to my flow

While everyone else

Was preparing for bed

I was anticipating

the night instead

The moon and stars,

Are old friends

Tranquility

Serenity

Fills the darken air

My favorite time

Is when there’s no rays from the sun

But the glow from the moonlight instead