The Night Life

Quite lonely it is, at night
The night time quiescence
Leaves conjecture that the day
Is yet so lively
But not all quiet in the night sleep;
As nightmares turn to reality
And a new day emerges in the darkness
It is them; the nocturnal
More who are productive beneath a moon
And find their languish beneath a sun
As stars provide ecstasy and not
Your sun stricken rainbows
And it is now, prior to a risen sun
They who prosper during the night, will shine