Peaceful Insomnia

There aren't many times in the day I hear complete silence. Not where I live, not where I am. So right now, I'm adoring this silence, soft harmonising music of my choice, clear air, silence at night.

delightful tales play on to precision

of liquid letters as notes on fine threads,

pine paper head to tail in ink spilt out,

perfectly controlled hand-held fountains

springing out supernatural movements

dancing round in my head over and

over again, and again they play.

short paces defiantly trailed from steps

to ear in evening lighting from artificial 

timing when it should be not.

While sunrise blossoms out accompanied 

by flourishing greens, lily purple-pink

overly sweet pigment yellowed not

quite meeting the shine aspired to,

sleep takes over my overran mind 

from upside down spinning,

tiresome strains of old-wishing 

the spinner, her magic could put

every single time, myself in deep sleep.  

  

Reviews

[Lola Nation]

I use to call this sentence sleep, I'd dream in sentences, although I doubt I was asleep at all. I enjoyed this, your words coiled and danced and even though I read straight line by line I felt the movement of each one

[Wondering Mind]

I'm sure you know the song- "The sound of silence"