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
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