The Time After Sleep

At midnight The moon floats above Dancing through a field of twinkling stars The world below sleeps Tossing and turning Thinking about the next day Waiting for a single beam of sun Bird’s songs welcome the day The ringing of an antique clock Shocks the system The heart beats a little faster As the day begins Rushing to meetings Stressful living With no relaxation The heart strains The mind works The head aches Fantasies wander ahead To a moon dancing among the stars Searching for the moment when the day ends And sleep can once again be found