For as long as I can recall,
I wake up when the sun sets,
When all the city rests.
I never went to school to learn about hypertext transfer protocol.
Or played with neighborhood kids baseball.
I skidded into the kitchen on a small rug.
"Mom, I want to play catch and fly a kite."
"Why can't I wake up when it's light?"
My mom gave me a kiss and a hug.
"Don't pay it any mind, my little bug."
I hung on my mom's arm as she made two cups of tea.
"But you look so sleepy."
"If I could wake up in the day, I promise I won't be weepy."
My mom handed me my mug, "My little chickpea."
"Don't worry about that. Instead, tonight let's and play in the sea!"
I danced up and down.
"I'll grab the beach toys!"
I raced to the closet, making lots of happy noise.
After a minute or two, I began to frown.
My mom helped me grab some plastic buckets, "Why are you down?"
"You still haven't told me why."
"Look there's a shooting star." My mom led me outside,
There we watched three falling stars mystified.
Then, I started to cry.
My mom picked me up and held me tight, "Why the sad eyes?"
"You still won't tell me..."
"Am I sick?"
"Or is waking up at night all a trick?"
My mom sighed then began to tell the tale.
"I remember it all without fail."
"It started on a summer's day."
"Years ago I fell asleep under an apple tree."
"There I met a child as sweet as could be."
"And we would play,"
"Hide n seek, and dinosaur keep away."
"I couldn't let her go, and she didn't want to leave. Little bee, you're my dream."
I pondered it for a moment or two,
Without getting blue.
"But what does this all mean?"
"If I'm a dream, why can I still eat ice cream?"
"And am I still your little jelly bean?"
"Forever and always."
"I'll stay up every night."
"Because you are my daylight."