As I watch the moon set

A nightwatchman, on his whistle, blows.
Three sharp notes, high pitched and clear.
Three sharp notes, they reach many a ear.
His footsteps sound in the silence that follows.

I recognize every watchman by his tune.
A skill derived from, what I call, a habit,
or insomnia as the doctor described it.
In simplest terms, I am sleep immune.

I find it hard, lying awake at night.
'cause as lights go out and all other sounds fade.
Memories residing in my head,
start speaking aloud and provide me with sight.

I see a little boy hold his father's hand
and rest assured he'd never lose his way.
such assurance I seek again ,  but try as I may,
I find none in this unknown place I stand.

I see a little boy, making merry in the rain,
or balancing on a narrow wall, unafraid to fall.
Now as then, I wish I heard my mother call.
I wish someone would call me home again.

I see times when it took just a paper crown,
to believe I was the king of all the kings,
and fairies and dragons and other fantastic things.
A world where it mattered if I gave a smile or frown.

Once again, I struggle, to believe in a wishing tree,
and make an earnest wish as memories unfurled.
Take me to the time when I controlled a world.
I am so tired of this world controlling me.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I can feel this so deeply in my soul.. That wish and hope for something familiar, and old that gave us that reassurance and comfort. My own mind wanders to the same dreams... You nailed the end with "take me to the time when I controlled a world. I am so tired of this world controlling me". To me that is perfect.. Well penned thoughts and emotions:) x

[Tommy]

Sleep deprived and so alive, I’m ready to close my eyes. I hate insomnia; I love this piece, with its rhythm and rhyme, and wide eyed message…

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[Valentine]

This is so good and thought provoking..It took me back to my childhood and memories long forgotten..One of your best..Keep them coming..Kathie

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

You showed me another enchanted place, and the wanting to be free again from that controlling world. Great poem my friend.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

something so many of us are tired of, this world controlling us. We long to be a child again and hold the wonder we did at this time. Lovely piece Abhijit

[Sukriti Suki]

Nice one! It is so touching and expressive. Well written.

[imawriter]

This poem is 'viusually' stunning and there is so much emotion woven into the fabric of it---it made me cry. That last stanza really got to me. Keep up the good work

[Coyote Poetry]

You took me to many good places in this poem. Each set of lines a story in itself. So many statements stood out in this poem.
'Now as then I wish I heard my mother call.
I wish someone would call me home again. "
A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[{A}shley {B}lack @-;-]

wonderful imagery faultless and vivid I loved the flow and pace of this piece and the self reflection Is very original I have only read this piece so far and I can say i'm a fan of your work well done

100/100