3.

~phantom of the night

The streetlights signalling the incoming night, so I rise.
As if I live off the energy radiating from the bright glow.        
Human body needs daylight, it needs the sun. It suffocates me.  
A must be a creature of the night, a demon.                        
The surrounding darkness waking up my euphoric self.        
Like a drug pleasuring my cravings.                                  
And so my body floats.  I float high, oh so high.                      
It’s the moon. The moon pulling me closer.                            
Hence I raise my hand.                                                            
Take my hand, dear lover.                                                      
Let me breathe your glint forever.