It’s nuts to me you’re still asleep when half the day is done.
I wonder whether you’re vampyr, hiding from the noonday sun?
The day is bright, but fading now; I greeted it at dawn.
Are you crepuscular & twilight; like dewdrops on a lawn?
I’m winding down the afternoon while you’re tossing on your cot.
What does the nighttime have for you that the broad daylight does not?
You are fond of interactive screens dividing you from life.
Don’t you hear the high-pitched reveille of the morning wood’s fife?
Our ships will pass, as our cycles align, once in a blue moon.
If it happens when the sun is out; I wonder if you’ll swoon?
L.B.Stowe 