I'll give you my best reflections before dawn.
It seems,
I am not capable of mirroring my feelings
in the presence of the sun.
I can not compete. Only when the day is done.
My true self flies with the great owls.
It lies with howling beasts and crawling things.
It is where I make my own stars,
because black skies deserve more than just
living in the shadows of a starry night.
There are games to be played like, I spy a crescent.
Although my first genuine breath was at day break,
I will always be a product of the night.