Night befalls me
And yet awake I remain
No dreams to fall prey to
No symbolic, quiet refrains
But my own to keep me company.
Shadows, tendrils of Nox,
Bathe the floor with incredulous
Mysteries denied to them
By days terrific rays.
Quiet permeates space
Until my heart beats like
A timpani and the phantoms
Tickle down my spine,
Reminding me it’s well after nine
And the evening calls;
So sweet a sound I never heard before.
Sleepless, I linger about
The sentiments of slumber
But a specter not remembered
By my weary heart now rendered
An insomniac.
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