Monday, 2 September 2013

Sleepless (Poem - 2011)

The night curls itself around me, 
A warm blanket 
On cold Earth, 
Sleep will not be found tonight. 

Staring into darkness, 
I find myself that way, 
Laughter is thought of, 
A fleeting glimpse 
Of the sun, 
As my tears fall 
And freeze, 
The sound of bells, 
And wind in trees. 

The night wraps itself around me, 
A warm blanket 
For a crowded mind. 

Sleep has burnt 
And light is dead, 
Dreams are thought of, 
As the tears fall 
And dry, 
A perfect shape, 
Of another life. 

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