Mark Norton Poet Ballad

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



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Thanks, Mark

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