Insomnia

I chanced to hear no sound of wind In this starlit night ago, But I accept that we are weary Inside the windows encasement, When long is the passage of my insomnia But with what intent are life’s desires When all we want is to rest, For our will relates to the capacity of the mind Waiting forever to sleep; But we lay here long with insomnia Come and ponder the moonlight In the wind as it rattles the glass, While slowly creeps the morn to daybreak Outside the windows encasement; Longing the passage of insomnia please share your thoughts with me in the comments section :) Feedback is very important. Thanks, Mark