The Difference In Daffodils

I step out... Between man made Amber street lamps And natures midnight blue, still life.... crisp, dampness Not a soul to hamper, mood nor thought. Moments before witching hour... Solitude Strokes My bitter twisted mind plus soul... Walking Waltzing internally through thoughts fields And daffodils Barely a murmur They shiver softly (as I do) In a Cool Crisp.... Mad march air Cream Eerie... Negative heads bowed, both they and I Are as night time hoodies, shrouded within Noir prison bar petals We are akin. The nightime daffodils and I Skulking in the shadows unnoticed by all that pass We like it that way... The only difference between I and them Tomorrow.... They shine outside, tempt bees and eyes Then smile in the glory Of day...