Thoughts of an Insomniac

Written by: Mike Frampton

There may be a pulse coursing through the air
And bringing it justice.
There might be pride
Under the perplexity
Of a beautiful endeavor.
I see a smile
And I smile back.
I hear a laugh
That has me laugh.
I am in love with this world
For it's acute visions,
And moments of valor. 

Somewhere, a child of light
Waits for darkness to settle
And destiny to unfold.

Meanwhile, I sit and listen
To the hum of the world 
Buzzing around me.