Night Muse

Sleep.

You are my elusive and sporadic friend.

Occasional chirps from a bird outside.

I guess you are sleepless too.

Too dark to fly

Too awake to sleep.

You and I together

In this twillight moment

We are the same

Flightless in our dreams.

1 comment:

Dorothy L. Abrams said...

nice poem and graphic. It captures the moment--or endless night in the bird/sleep metaphor. Good for you! (Hope you get a nap today)