While I should have been sleeping, my frenemy and muse Insomnia dropped by unannounced. Once I realized she wasn’t going away, I grabbed by iPad to make some video art. And I ended up writing a poem too.
Once satisfied with my output, Insomnia finally departed, as quickly and unannounced as she came, likely unaware this was my first poem in a decade.
If she won’t let me sleep, it’s nice to at least have something to show for it.
In the still of the night, I reach for the glow,
Fingers brushing against shadows, soft and slow.
Light spills like paint on a canvas unknown,
A burst of color where silence has grown.
I fingerpaint galaxies with trembling hands,
Streaks of color and light, like dreams slipping through sands.
Each stroke a whisper, each hue a sigh,
As the thoughts in my mind refuse to die.
Spinning and twirling, they chase and collide,
In the corners of darkness where secrets hide.
But the light in my grasp, it flickers and fades,
A fleeting escape before another storm invades.
Yet in the chaos, the stillness is found,
In fits and starts, not making a sound.
I paint my freedom in strokes of the night,
Running from thoughts, but lost in the light.
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