Insomniac

I'm up , I am awake The night owl per se Love thee - love thee not , that I ought to be Up at night with the radio, tuned to 3:00 AM Laugh a bit at that on the country station , if it should it be It's 3:00 AM I'm really sorry, same ole song and dance My friend, to appreciate the humor of the truth Loving crochet, ready with the camera , I flash Snapping that sunrise if it a beauty, each day Look at the stars - the moon - predict the weather in a trance Oh how I love my time and the muses to the music they dance Treasured quality time - me - an insomniac Who endeavored - that - loving to paint with hues I capture the picture in my brain I can choose my own hours - loving the graveyard shift Working for myself writing , taking care of business Even writing a song or book with music a spiritual lift The list goes on , best hours of productivity Love thee - love thee not! It's 3:00 AM ! Really Where I ought to be? up in the wee hours of the night And pondering this, pondering that Singing a tune! Day by day , I'd rather be doing it my way Yes I'm up - I'm awake at dawn beauteous it then be the born new day As they say " Now I lay me down to sleep" Each eye as I achieve my REM I dream each night of solitude And " I wish I may, I wish I might" Wishing upon my stars at night I wake each eve loving the wee hours of the twilight With the crescent moon I boast At 3:00 AM I love the most The music to my ears -and with my sight Then with my senses - I see the light I ponder, My spirits still lift A night owl! It's a personal gift.