Discover the Haunting Beauty Hidden Within Daniel McGee’s Sonnet of a Night Owl
Sometimes I wonder if the moonlight isn’t just a cold, silvery cloak but a secret sanctuary for those whose minds wander deeper when the world sleeps. Why is it that our keenest thoughts seem to hatch under the quiet reign of night, far from Helios’s blinding glare? This poem captures that very essence—the nocturnal dance between inspiration and shadow, guided by Selene herself, the muse who whispers in the dark. There’s something profoundly raw and delightfully melancholy about choosing to shine not in the day but in the hush of solitude, where ink stains our souls and the paper becomes our confessor. If you’ve ever found solace staring up at the velvet sky, wrestling with your own ephemeral existence, this piece will speak right to that restless, burning pulse. Curious to dive deeper into that sweet nocturnal mind?
I know so well the warmth of cold moonlight,
For night is home to all keen thought, blissfully unmaligned.
Helios holds no sway with me, his journey out of sight,
Selene, my muse, guides my sweet nocturnal mind.
