Repost

I posted this back around the middle of March, but I find that it is tremendously relevant right now, especially as I am going through training at work and as peak season approaches. So, for anyone who still actually happens to read my blog, maybe this poem will help you understand the life of a third shifter. And, if you happen to notice that I don't seem to be around as much over the next few weeks, it is because until after Christmas, I will be (for the most part) nocturnal. So, seek me out, as I will try to find you, but just know that hanging out will not happen by chance.

"Seeking the Sunshine"

Hounding my steps
all while I wake
pitch black sky of
deepest night
pursues, surrounds me,
claims me as captive
to the cave lands
where phantoms, vampires
and criminals dwell,
hiding from all that's light.
But there are others of
us to whom the music
of the night has no
allure, and who
for the shadows there is no
love. The only call is the
constant drum of need, and
so we answer, giving heed.
We trudge and toil
throughout our day.
The night it eats our
years away, as our
skin like parchment
fades to the only
shade of yellow we see.
The only consolation of
this dark life comes
at break when I
with the morning star
beckon the dawn,
greeting the blushing
blue of morn's first
light.
So find me now,
sun above; send me no
shadows nor darkened
clouds. Wrap me in
a blanket of warm
bright light.
Reveal the true colors
and textures of this
tapestry called earth.
Hail out the arias of
birds sweet songs, and
Always remind me
that we were meant
for dawn.