I am most alive
late at night
when the evening sky
overcomes the light.

When silence reigns
I come to explain
many things
in the poetry
of solitude.

The daylight
might
blare
whilst I
walk among
many of you
but the true me
is not there.

Daytime brings
this pale shadow being,
a lesser reflection
of me.

But in the darkness
I spring,
a broken seed
blooming
into a beautiful
black orchid.

Some may fear
the loneliness here,
but I am already
a multitude
made of many voices
and I need to be
alone at night
to hear them clearly.