Thoughts Like Pebbles Cast

late in the night when I am so tired thoughts of my bed and me trying to sleep saying a mantra trying to empty my mind trying to hold at bay thoughts calling to me my windows closed cannot withhold the thoughts that clatter against like pebbles cast out in the dark beneath bright stars pale light of moon casting silvery light I feel a longing of something unknown of a deep hunger that I cannot feed if I should slip back into my clothes go out into the night and into the cold bright stars twinkle bright blues and reds cold wind does whisper through blowing leaves dark empty road arrowing into the night perhaps going to somewhere that I need to find cold breeze does whisper through my graying curls cold chills that tremble shaking my soul whispering voices carried upon the wind rushing about me with words I can’t hear oh that I might the curtains draw closeout the thoughts that call unto me slip into my bed and darkness find closeout the thoughts that call unto me