Tales of the night

When i wrote The absence of sleep was a conducive environment for the cultivation of what i called hidden truths that were watered each time sleep desserted these eyes and when my brain sought comfort in the company of letters of the alphabet that i arranged and rearranged till dawn yielding beautiful symphonies at times or discovering mysteries that yearned the company of some more sleepless nights to uncover their meaning but now sleepless nights are a punishment i face in the absence of words where silence haunts and words are a source of excruciating pain because in the absence of synching words a sleepless night is a capital punishment i have to endure before dawn paves way to day light