This is written by a very dear friend - Peter Smith. We walk down very similar roads in many respects however, he has great talents and I'm proud to know and work with him occasionally.
Sleep
In the darkness
circling eyes glint
in the bedside lamp
Sleep is again
evading capture
making its usual
taunts from
the sidelines
A weary body is
too tired for this
nightly chase:
without permission
my mind chooses
wakefulness to
endlessly track
sleep's night
manouvres
Why keep your distance
when, despite appearances,
a welcome awaits?
Just make your move
and with one bound
put these lingering thoughts
out of their misery for
one more night
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