Friday, 18 November 2011

I should just sleep to ease the shadows’ ache
Surrender flesh to sweet embrace of night
But yet I sit, meandering here awake
As tiredness brings a different sort of sight

That sees the world through eyes too tired to care
And skips across the stumbling blocks of day
As though the universe were never there
And life, unlike my thoughts, will never stray

Too tired to sleep, I sit, and stare and wait
As everything around me fades to clear
In dreams half caught by my unsleeping bait
That will, by morning light, have disappeared.

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