The Night Owl

"My hour is darkness I float on a twilight surf,
sinking below devouring depth and drowning glimmering strands.
My time is now
the white specs of paint splatter the navy canvas illuminating my brow.
My place is closed blinds, flickering lights, white static noise.

Let them have their mornings
let rain sparkle, bells chime
 and bones crack at wonder of a new day
I'll to my night 
dreams fester in light as gold bubbles by night"