The night was not always meant to be slept through

The Organised Masses™ insist that the day holds many hours.

That you should rise early to unleash your powers.

That the World looks beautiful at 6am.

That they can rise early, and that we should join them.

Now, I don’t attempt to debate or dispute.

That mornings work well, or that sunrises are cute.

Nor can I refute all of the work they get done.

Compared to those that stay in bed until one.

They seem to run the country, and most of the Earth too.

My only response is – the night was not always meant to be slept through.

So here’s to the night crawlers

The partiers, the insomniacs, and ballers

Those who know whether the moon is about to wax or wane

Those who live life with no temporal refrain

Who chat to the late hours, because you don’t want to give up on a conversation

Those with a deadline, waylaid by unwilling procrastination

The young girl, waiting patiently for a reply with a smile

From a young man, separated by six hours and a mile

The dancer who lives for moments that don’t happen in the day

The station guard, helping the final few make their way

The shop attendant who needs the money for a car

The jogger who stops to find the north star

The volunteer, up late to stop a caller coming to harm

The couple who stay awake in each other’s arms

The artist who needed that perfect shade of deep blue

Believe me – the night was not always meant to be slept through