NIGHT: INSOMNIAC

You think the night sleeps?
Hardly.
In the eerie silence that surrounds it,
It goes back to the lanes walked so far,
Feels the pain, the joy,
And the humiliation of love,
And convulses
Trying to shake off the distance that keeps
Love apart.
Blood drips from its pall,
Keeping tears off the bay,
Wiping recklessly,
Is agonizing. They don’t listen too,
Having their own music and
own rhythm.

You can hardly hear the night
Sobbing,
Or see its loneliness and grief,
because of the darkness.
It wakes,
And keeps the world
At rest.