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Shawn Wasilensky Poem
Awake again, I should be sleeping
Bed linens cradle my conscious dreaming.
Contentment found in this quiet interlude
Disclosing my need for companionless refuge.
Evolving in darkness, visions far beyond sight
Futile seem the particulars that can only be seen in light.
Glowing softly the Moon labors, a lesson in purpose.
Heed everyone's needs and you'll merely touch the surface.
Illuminated by my sleepless, cerebral overtime
Jewels of peace start to twinkle, fear eases and subsides.
Kindred are the moon and I, finite our luminesce
Laddering alone, until waning down to rest.
Copyright © Shawn Wasilensky | Year Posted 2017
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