Who Needs Sleep

When the noise of day recedes in the shadowed graying light, I see as the form and shape distorts, an illuminated blight The only things that seem to hold our attention still, is the moon and stars arising over the height of the hill The once brilliant sky becomes Gods greatest form of art, shimmering with their glowing it would awe us from the start Even with all that scares the mind in the blackness of the night, with the tiniest reach of chin it cowers down from that sight not even the gentle penetration and the sliver of a knife, can take away my intentness to gape in awe at life Born at the beginning of a time that shattered the knowledge of man, then with the cleverest of discoveries everything became a digital plan Yet, the miracle of daylight hours can never begin to compete, with this spectacular moonlight, it was really an impossible feat As first breath came from darkness I would really like to confess, I'm in love with stars and comets my dreamtime walks de-stress Breathtaking, evening arrives the journey begins to the deep, who really needs the comfort of a restful, peaceful, sleep