Finding Rest

Awake again, I should be sleeping Bed linens cradle my conscious dreaming. Contentment found in this quiet interlude Disclosing my need for companionless refuge. Evolving in darkness, visions far beyond sight Futile seem the particulars that can only be seen in light. Glowing softly the Moon labors, a lesson in purpose. Heed everyone's needs and you'll merely touch the surface. Illuminated by my sleepless, cerebral overtime Jewels of peace start to twinkle, fear eases and subsides. Kindred are the moon and I, finite our luminesce Laddering alone, until waning down to rest.