Elusive Sleep

Oh how I enjoy the night

The still silence is something spiritual

Caffeined by the incessant chirping of the crickets

My thoughts are a waterfall flowing out of the darkness

The cock crows; we sense the dawn

I quicken my hand before I burn out at first light

What did you create for us?

The sun keeps us awake

The dead air calls us at night

When are we to rest?

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