Confessions of an Occasional Insomniac

Night beckons me to linger

in her lovely solitude.

She lures me with her ebony eyes

and soundless movements.

Alone, and blessedly un-obliged,

I revel in her midnight beauty.

Morning comes too quickly,

mocking my foolish weakness

and weary eyes.

Sensibility demands I rest my aching body.

I vow I will. Soon.

But…

When night falls,

I know I shall succumb again to her eternal charm

I shall sacrifice

a thousand years of sleep

and the rich tangle of dreams such sleep owns

If thou,

Oh sweet Night,

Will just but let me linger

a little longer,

just ever so much longer

In the blackness of your splendor