Three Stages of a Sleepless night

I.

…Spiraled dreams

like galaxies

drift with the night air.

We must train our eyes to see

each glowing star

with out sight…

Endless patters,

unusual and complex

making our heads spin…

II.

…and when there hasn’t been any

rest,

the clouded visions from teh mist

rise up from teh warm ground

to touch the cool breeze.

mingled with the trees

are the clouds drawn to Earth

and we’ll sleep on the grass,

the blanket of her mirth…

III.

…I think I will dwell in the

realm of the early morning.

For once the songs are heard

from each and every bird,

joined in the chorus of joining;

when the sun kisses the sky…