INSOMNIA

Insomnia

The wind swoops slow at dead of night,

Little creatures crepitate; in my chest,

My heart stirs as I lie in bed.

Longings tremor through my soul

With silent echoes in my bones

As I squirm beneath the covers

To uncover what ails me.

Tranquil trembles rock the surface

Of my spirit's silent pool.

Questions strum silky strings

Above my head. Like spectral spiders,

They vanish as I turn my fading lamp

To glean their whispered secrets.

An ocean of night reposes in me,

Midnight-still and fathoms deep,

Yawning wide to drink me.

What hour will swim my mind

Through mellow wailing whale song

And vibrant violent visions

To the darkness held below

When, finally, I sink to sleep?

©Shallom