At 3.40 am when the human world in the middle of dreams,
the birds in the last lap of sleep,
the night preparing to bid good bye to the moon,
then is my creative and productive self at its peak.
I shake and spread the wings of my hidden skills like owls
that lie somewhat passive during daytime
only to regain power in the dead of night,
when the world bows down to its dark mystery,
I reflect and act in the mysticism that a night holds within its darkness.
©susen